kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
and the fake qualifier
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.
i really havent