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.
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.
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.
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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
yeah
...
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
its good
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
plato
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
as in
its good short few pages
its performative
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
autonomy of learning
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
ion
you cannot feed someone truth
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
not their contents
Better Lift