to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Better Lift
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
no longer writing in the third person
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me