Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

so at the end

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.

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yeah

what do you mean

its performative

it is hopeful

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

which magnetises chains of pins

i have read not even 1 book

plato

isaac

barren land