He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

feel you

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

what do you mean

no like which do people call me

whats your name?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

plato

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

is this you as well

i want to do that too

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

really i want the internet

i was tempted to lie about my name

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

idk

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

barren land

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