It Will Get Lighter

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.

Thank you, Jack

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

"Put a blanket."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

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

Rain, starting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17