I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

plato

in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Can I see

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.

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.

December 2025

2 (actually index). two is company

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i have read not even 1 book

13, H, grate

i really havent