currently
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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
i see a website
no longer writing in the third person
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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