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 look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

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Today I felt like starting

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

the site i am dreaming


Better Lift

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.
this will be about a slug

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

But seriously, thank you, Jack