no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Can I see

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.

Rain, starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

yes

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i have read not even 1 book

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

so the method has to be autonomous

Lift Analysis