currently
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Better Lift
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
it is hopeful
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i really havent