Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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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2 (actually index). two is company

But seriously, thank you, Jack

I Write Goodbye Letter


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.

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

send link

was it worth it


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

13, H, grate