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 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.

IWGD

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

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Picture

Better Lift

Style

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Today I felt like starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and the fake qualifier

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

abrar?

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.