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's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It Will Get Lighter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

its good

bro i read nothing in my life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone truth

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you mean

i have read not even 1 book

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

whats your name?

IWGD

was it worth it

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

idk

is this you as well

isaac newton

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting