all that is to say

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.

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

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

but i respect your search

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

kind of mythopoesis

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

as in

bro i read nothing in my life

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

send link

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

isaac

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Better Lift