After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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.

Style

Better Lift

really i want the internet

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.

but i respect your search

Lift Analysis

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged