i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Better Lift
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
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
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much more tactility
Thank you, Jack
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
autonomy of learning
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.really i want the internet
all that is to say
so at the end
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so the method has to be autonomous
not so on: yvf(wthw)
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities