Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

currently

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

have you read

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

I Write Goodbye Letter

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

bro i read nothing in my life

is everyoneback on tumblr now

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

or never left

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

not their contents

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

much more tactility

isaac newton

all that is to say