The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
kind of mythopoesis
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so the method has to be autonomous
Lift Analysis
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
Thank you, Jack
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
autonomy of learning
not their contents
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but really the thing should be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
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.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
not so on: yvf(wthw)
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
division of reality is straying away from it