I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

its performative

IWGD

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Style

December 2025

i understand

idk


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

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Lift Analysis

Worse Lift

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Pimlico Rats


not so on: yvf(wthw)

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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I Write Goodbye Letter