It Will Get Lighter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

. way too specific.

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.

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so an active mazelike process

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

like magnets

have you read

its good

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

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."