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

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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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

autonomy of learning

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so an active mazelike process

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Lift Analysis

which magnetises chains of pins

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i really havent

like first name