Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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all that is to say

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

in a post. I want to be remembered

hello reader,

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you cannot feed someone truth

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.