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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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