its good
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.
magnetisation/form
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
in a post. I want to be remembered
barren land
its good short few pages
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i love it here
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.
lol yea
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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.
propensity within someone
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.
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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine