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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
we can only engage in such a way
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.
autonomy of learning
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
all that is to say
as in
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
you cannot feed someone truth
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.