Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

no i haven't really read anything

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like first name

plato

thank you

abrar?

no like which do people call me

send your tumblr

isaac newton

its good short few pages

plato

what do you think my name is

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

hiding from the rain

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

which magnetises chains of pins

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

its good

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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

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

I am below everything.

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