a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
no longer writing in the third person
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Lift Analysis
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
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
magnetisation/form
like first name
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt