Thank you, Jack
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.
so at the end
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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