Lift Analysis

currently

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Style

Picture

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

13, H, grate


It Will Get Lighter

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a post. I want to be remembered