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

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.

not their contents

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

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


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It Will Get Lighter