but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Worse Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

god being the centre magnet

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hello reader,

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

send your tumblr

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

lol yea

i really havent

Better Lift

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I am below everything.

lol