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.
wait what is that
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.
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 first name
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
idk
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so at the end
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
lol