I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so the method has to be autonomous

brb i will read and reply sincerely


i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

is this you as well

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.

what do you mean

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.

autonomy of learning

Worse Lift

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

no like which do people call me

i want to do that too

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


i was tempted to lie about my name

i love it here

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
...
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging