"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

IWGD

Better Lift

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

not their contents

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i understand

like magnets

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"