Thank you, Jack

hello reader,

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

the site i am dreaming

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

no like which do people call me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

have you read

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

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 see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

wait what is that