It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

hello reader,

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

2 (actually index). two is company


whats your name?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

Thank you, Jack

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Better Lift


Lift Analysis

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

isaac newton

in a post. I want to be remembered


I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46