Today I felt like starting
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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