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.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
you have a beautiful account btw
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.