After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Style

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

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

i see a website


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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.