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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

its good

thank you

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

barren land

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetises a pin

i love it here

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i was tempted to lie about my name

wait what is that

Worse Lift

Can I see

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.

what do you mean

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

much more tactility

lol yea

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

its good short few pages

Better Lift