Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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.
hello reader,
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
December 2025
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no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.