it is hopeful

and the fake qualifier

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no longer writing in the third person

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

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

hiding from the rain

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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