Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

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

yes

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Better Lift

really i want the internet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life