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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
or never left
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
what do you mean
which magnetises chains of pins
i really havent
like first name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i have read not even 1 book
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
ion
kind of mythopoesis
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yes
so at the end
"Put a blanket."
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.