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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

But seriously, thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It Will Get Lighter

so at the end