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.

what do you think my name is

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so an active mazelike process

so at the end

no like which do people call me

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

Thank you, Jack

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.

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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i have read not even 1 book

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i was tempted to lie about my name

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Rain, starting

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