okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

13, H, grate

its good short few pages

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

lol

that looks like my instagram account

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

1

. way too specific.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

It Will Get Lighter

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

lol yea

hello reader,

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

your feed looks like my tumblr

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Lift Analysis

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Lift Analysis

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

no i haven't really read anything

Better Lift

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse