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

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

isaac

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Lift Analysis

have you read

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

i see a website

idk

Better Lift

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

that looks like my instagram account

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

or never left

fw