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.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

But seriously, thank you, Jack


Slug

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

It Will Get Lighter

no like which do people call me

currently

"Put a blanket."

i love it here

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

Style