Lift Analysis

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

plato

whats your name?

IWGD

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol yea

isaac

idk

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i have read not even 1 book

much more tactility

barren land

and the fake qualifier