After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

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


1

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Rain, starting

Better Lift

hiding from the rain

Picture

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and the fake qualifier

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

your feed looks like my tumblr

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

what do you think my name is

as in

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life