isaac newton
its good short few pages
that looks like my instagram account
what do you mean
was it worth it
i really havent
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
but i respect your search
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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.
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.