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

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Rain, starting

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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.

Style

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books