There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
December 2025
wait what is that
i really havent
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08