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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i really havent

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

in a post. I want to be remembered