Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i really havent
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
it is hopeful
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.bro i read nothing in my life
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
...
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46