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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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.


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.

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

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i really havent

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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

the site i am dreaming

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

wait what is that