Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
it is hopeful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
but i respect your search
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
really i want the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
hiding from the rain
"Put a blanket."
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.