Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

its good

i understand

is this you as well

plato

what do you mean

isaac newton

thank you

I Write Goodbye Letter

what do you think my name is

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

feel you

god being the centre magnet

barren land

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

ahnaf abrar

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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Thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw

yeah

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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