ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i want to do that too
...
i was tempted to lie about my name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
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.
and the fake qualifier
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.that looks like my instagram account
I am below everything.