Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
is this you as well
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you mean
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i was tempted to lie about my name
I am below everything.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
plato
whats your name?
no like which do people call me
have you read
isaac newton
it is hopeful