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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
isaac newton
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
plato
and the fake qualifier
feel you
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
propensity within someone
i really havent
like first name
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
what do you think my name is
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.
Thank you, Jack
was it worth it