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.
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."Put a blanket."
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Today I felt like starting
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
god being the centre magnet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
was it worth it
wait what is that
...
its good
magnetises a pin