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.

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

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.

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

send link

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

1

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

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Slug

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.