We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Thank you, Jack

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.