Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

much more tactility

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

division of reality is straying away from it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

so the method has to be autonomous

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Can I see

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.

magnetises a pin

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Lift Analysis

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.

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

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December 2025

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

hello reader,

I am below everything.

2 (actually index). two is company

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely