I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

currently

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

was it worth it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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no like which do people call me

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.

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