The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
I am below everything.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.you cannot feed someone truth
fw
what do you mean
so an active mazelike process
plato
all that is to say
barren land
plato
i want to do that too
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
its good