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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

much more tactility

division of reality is straying away from it

have you read

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

so the method has to be autonomous

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

hello reader,

autonomy of learning

isaac

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

we can only engage in such a way

Rain, starting

But seriously, thank you, Jack