Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

we can only engage in such a way

its good

that looks like my instagram account

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav