this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

wait what is that

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.

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


no longer writing in the third person

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

But seriously, thank you, Jack


it is hopeful

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