i have read not even 1 book
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
we can only engage in such a way
but really the thing should be autonomous
autonomy of learning
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i was tempted to lie about my name
kind of mythopoesis