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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Can I see


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.

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thank you, Jack

ahnaf abrar

no longer writing in the third person

its good

13, H, grate

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

was it worth it

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

whats your name?

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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and the fake qualifier