I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I am below everything.

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

...

which magnetises chains of pins

all that is to say

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

magnetisation/form

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.

that looks like my instagram account

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

magnetises a pin

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

like magnets

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike