After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

it is hopeful

Better Lift

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD