kind of mythopoesis
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Can I see
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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'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.
wait what is that
was it worth it
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.
yes
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.