Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
hiding from the rain
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
currently
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
not their contents
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
not so on: yvf(wthw)
wait what is that
send link
the site i am dreaming