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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a post. I want to be remembered

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barren land

its good

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

what do you mean

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

sorry i am texting like a slav

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

like magnets

i understand

abrar?

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like first name

Rain, starting

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.

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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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything