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.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

December 2025

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

...

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I Write Goodbye Letter

it is hopeful

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Lift Analysis

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and the fake qualifier

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.