all that is to say

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

i want to do that too

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

barren land

division of reality is straying away from it

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

much more tactility

Lift Analysis

i dont understand magnetisation

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

ion

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

"Put a blanket."

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

hiding from the rain