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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

the site i am dreaming

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

December 2025

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

abrar?

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet

Slug

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

barren land

"Put a blanket."

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.