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

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 heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

isaac

i understand

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

its performative

"Put a blanket."