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.
Better Lift
bro i read nothing in my life
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
magnetises a pin
was it worth it
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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
its good
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.
i really havent
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i want to do that too