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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.
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.
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
no longer writing in the third person
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its performative
idk
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."