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