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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.
it is hopeful
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Can I see
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
but really the thing should be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.