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.

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

I am below everything.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

all that is to say