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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the site i am dreaming

December 2025

was it worth it

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.

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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.

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

i really havent

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.