I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Rain, starting

but really the thing should be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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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

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

Style

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.