Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
no like which do people call me
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
barren land
kind of mythopoesis
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
division of reality is straying away from it
its good short few pages
thank you