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.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
But seriously, thank you, Jack
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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was it worth it
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50