we want to live the knowledge too live the content

like first name

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its performative

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone truth

it is hopeful

1. Lift and confinement – The crowded, immovable lift represents feeling trapped or constrained in real life, either by social expectations, relationships, or internal emotions. The inability to speak in front of others suggests suppressed feelings or fear of judgment.
2. Unexpected confession – The girl saying “I think I might love you” could symbolize longing for connection or recognition. It may reflect unacknowledged desires, vulnerability, or anxiety about intimacy.
3. Forest and snow – The transition to a snowy forest signals escape into the subconscious, a place of solitude, reflection, and emotional processing. Snow often represents purity, stillness, or emotional coldness, while dusk points to transition or uncertainty.
4. The fox – Foxes are traditionally symbols of cunning, intuition, and guidance, but here it’s more ethereal: its bites are gentle yet noticeable, suggesting a confrontation with subtle truths, small regrets, or lessons that must be acknowledged. The unspoken apology indicates things left unresolved or feelings that cannot be expressed.
5. Death or dissolution – Dying in the dream often doesn’t mean literal death; it represents transformation, the end of a phase, or surrendering control. It can indicate letting go of fear, old habits, or emotional blockages.

so at the end

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good short few pages

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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