And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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.
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.
...
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
whats your name?
hello reader,
so the method has to be autonomous
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.I am below everything.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
i really havent
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
currently
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15