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.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

hiding from the rain

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.

Rain, starting

like first name

plato

barren land

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i dont understand magnetisation

Picture

much more tactility

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

that looks like my instagram account

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

no longer writing in the third person

no like which do people call me

have you read

Today I felt like starting

Lift Analysis

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you mean

and the fake qualifier

13, H, grate

like magnets

its performative