but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

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

this will be about a slug

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

December 2025


as in

not their contents

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

no like which do people call me

isaac


feel you

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

what do you think my name is

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

god being the centre magnet

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter