nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

ion

its good

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

Slug

or never left

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

and the fake qualifier

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

feel you

December 2025

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

what do you think my name is

but i respect your search

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

not their contents

Thank you, Jack

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models