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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
it is hopeful
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Better Lift
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
Today I felt like starting
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
was it worth it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
whats your name?
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.
have you read
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.