no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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 is hopeful
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
send link
wait what is that
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 really havent
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Thank you, Jack
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
bro i read nothing in my life
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then