Better Lift


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.