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

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.

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.

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.

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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It Will Get Lighter

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

Today I felt like starting

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Thank you, Jack

Picture

Thank you, Jack

i really havent

you have a beautiful account btw

December 2025

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I Write Goodbye Letter

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