i want to do that too

feel you

no like which do people call me

i really havent

Style

was it worth it

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Worse Lift

i was tempted to lie about my name

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

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

"Put a blanket."

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

currently

it is hopeful

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

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

lol

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.

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.