Thank you, Jack

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.

hello reader,

i really havent

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

the site i am dreaming

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.

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.

have you read

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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no i haven't really read anything

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