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.

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no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

magnetisation/form

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

idk

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.

barren land