I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It Will Get Lighter

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but really the thing should be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Lift Analysis

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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brb i will read and reply sincerely

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

send link

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now