something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Slug

the site i am dreaming

send link

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

magnetises a pin

ion

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

fw

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Lift Analysis

Worse Lift

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.

Rain, starting

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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.