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.
Better Lift
it is hopeful
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
yes
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
what do you think my name is
much more tactility
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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