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.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

your feed looks like my tumblr

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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 look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

all that is to say

i love it here

this will be about a slug

autonomy of learning

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

idk

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

its performative

December 2025

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