kind of mythopoesis
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.
Today I felt like starting
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
currently
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Better Lift
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.we can only engage in such a way
as in
barren land
no longer writing in the third person
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.idk
isaac
its good short few pages
lol
hiding from the rain