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.

really i want the internet

yes

you have a beautiful account btw

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

brb i will read and reply sincerely

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

but i respect your search

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

was it worth it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

your feed looks like my tumblr

idk

barren land

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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.

yeah

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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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