you cannot feed someone truth
Can I see
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
so at the end
i really havent
currently
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
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 dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
we need to be deconstructing our identities
the site i am dreaming
i see a website