so an active mazelike process
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
but i respect your search
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.like first name
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
no like which do people call me
no i haven't really read anything