so at the end
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
idk
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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
propensity within someone
and the fake qualifier
its good short few pages
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!