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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Better Lift
so at the end
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
was it worth it
its good
and the fake qualifier
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.god being the centre magnet
isaac newton