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.
Thank you, Jack
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
brb i will read and reply sincerely
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Better Lift
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
...
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
god being the centre magnet