Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

hiding from the rain

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

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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

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

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

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.

...

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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

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

Can I see

"Put a blanket."