what do you think my name is

i dont understand magnetisation

i really havent

its good

have you read

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

plato

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

and the fake qualifier

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

you cannot feed someone truth

i understand

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

kind of mythopoesis