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 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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
no longer writing in the third person
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
kind of mythopoesis