Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
hiding from the rain
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls