we can only engage in such a way

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

its performative

I Write Goodbye Letter