you cannot feed someone truth
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
...
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.
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.
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.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
what do you mean
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
"Put a blanket."
its good
plato
i love it here
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it