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.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

December 2025

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i understand

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i dont understand magnetisation

its good short few pages

or never left

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

in a post. I want to be remembered