The hedgerows had all died off long ago, and now the little gate at the end of the lane was a portal to nowhere. Every morning on their way to school, Daniel went through it, Ethel went over it, Tina went round it, and Claire insulted its stupid existence, every time, without fail.
But the little gate went on existing, regardless. It would, in time, outlive us all. Outlive the lane, outlive the town, outlive time itself.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 16th, 2024
i don’t really care what any of you think
(i want you all
to love me)
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Notes:
1. Written on November 16th, 2024
They streamed into town, one sunday afternoon, and occupied the car park as if it was their own. Then they all streamed out of town, that same sunday afternoon, an hour before dusk.
It was like a dream, or a fever. There was no way to tell if they’d ever even been there. By the next morning even the discarded chip wrappers were gone.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 16th, 2024
American socialism is
paying the richest man in the world
to make as many people as possible
unemployed
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Notes:
1. Written on November 13th, 2024
the internet is getting smaller
locked down
and locked in
keeping us all as far apart
as it can
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Notes:
1. Written on November 11th, 2024