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.

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Better Lift

Lift Analysis

you have a beautiful account btw

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Better Lift

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

December 2025

Rain, starting