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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

IWGD

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.


currently


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.



Worse Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

13, H, grate

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.

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