Rain, starting

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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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.

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.

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

Better Lift

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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hiding from the rain

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

December 2025

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

no like which do people call me