Lift Analysis

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Lift Analysis

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i understand

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetises a pin

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

like magnets

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

which magnetises chains of pins


no like which do people call me

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

yeah

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

Can I see

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

It Will Get Lighter

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

the site i am dreaming