Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

Lift Analysis

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i see a website

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.

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

kind of mythopoesis

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.


Style

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It Will Get Lighter

as in

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

yeah

not so on: yvf(wthw)