Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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Lift Analysis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

really i want the internet

yes

was it worth it

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

its good

but i respect your search

i understand

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whats your name?

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

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

god being the centre magnet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

isaac newton

plato

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

propensity within someone