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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.

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not their contents

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thank you, Jack

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

i really havent

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth