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.


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

13, H, grate

really i want the internet

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

It Will Get Lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

but really the thing should be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.