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

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

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.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

plato

idk

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

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.

much more tactility

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

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division of reality is straying away from it

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

was it worth it

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

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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