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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Style

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

2 (actually index). two is company

all that is to say

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Can I see

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i really havent

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