Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
December 2025
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.
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.
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.
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.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.