yeah

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

magnetises a pin

i understand

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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 Write Goodbye Letter

its good short few pages

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

1

you have a beautiful account btw

yeah

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Better Lift

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

Lift Analysis

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

but i respect your search

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

was it worth it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

13, H, grate

kind of mythopoesis

that looks like my instagram account