was it worth it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i love it here

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.

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

fw

what do you think my name is

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls