somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

hiding from the rain

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.

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

i really havent

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thank you, Jack

Rain, starting

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

"Put a blanket."

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

is this you as well

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.