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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I am below everything.
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike