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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
Can I see
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
hiding from the rain
kind of mythopoesis
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Better Lift
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
brb i will read and reply sincerely
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
is this you as well
no i haven't really read anything
plato
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
whats your name?
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
idk