isaac newton

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

"Put a blanket."

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.

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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.

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate