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.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
Style
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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck
but want to
so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to
so bad, or something like
that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way.
It's a way
of talking that
asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing,
etc.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
But seriously, thank you, Jack
we can only engage in such a way
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more
personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more
romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
