my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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.

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

lol

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

bro i read nothing in my life

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

magnetises a pin

is this you as well

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

Lift Analysis

so at the end

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Slug

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Pimlico Rats

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.