There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
hiding from the rain
yes
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
"Put a blanket."
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