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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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
like first name
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i have read not even 1 book
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
Thank you, Jack
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i was tempted to lie about my name