Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

it is hopeful

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

we need to be deconstructing our identities

IWGD

Better Lift

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i really havent

i have read not even 1 book

bro i read nothing in my life

its good short few pages

barren land

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

isaac

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

sorry i am texting like a slav

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.