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

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

yes

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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