in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thank you, Jack
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
lol
or never left
is this you as well
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
no longer writing in the third person
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
hiding from the rain
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