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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

was it worth it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the site i am dreaming

...

December 2025

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

...

Thank you, Jack

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i love it here

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

isaac newton

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

what do you think my name is

yes

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.