We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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the site i am dreaming

wait what is that

i really havent

...

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

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.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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