i understand
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
much more tactility
not their contents
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
hello reader,
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But seriously, thank you, Jack
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.
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
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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.
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.
the site i am dreaming
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
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.
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
Can I see