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I, my dagger, and my very timely discussion of J.J. Abrams' The Rise of Skywalker return to chat in reply to asks/reviews/comments in a series of boldly shameless rambles wherein I, Olivie Blake, am not writing. Today's topics include much more Star Wars content than you might expect in the year of our lord 2026 (3:18), a look at the paperback GIRL DINNER and hardcover DREAMLAND (11:33), a couple of writing encouragements (13:59), and how to maximize the casual social shaming of objectively stupid behavior, aka what I do with my face and voice whenever people bring up AI (18:35).
[ + girl dinner, dreamland, my essay about children's television, the taylor swift article I mentioned, the new yorker article about the enhanced games ]
Is there a Dreamland Playlist? ❤️
yes, it's coming soon!
My Dreamworld part I
Introduction:
It started when I was about ten or eleven. One night I had a vivid dream of running away from *something* with my mother. I never looked back to gaze upon the face of the monster, but I knew it was there, and I knew it was fast. We ran through a road, no cars were to be seen. In front of me was a distant mountain range. To my left, a flat land and a sun that was to set. Somehow I saw these details through my panic and my flee.
My mom threw me into a house on our right, and shut the door real fast and real tight. This was my first experience in my Dreamworld.
I would since return, back at that house that I could now explore. It's garden was devided into three sections: the left, the middle, and the right. On the left you would find a pond, with bamboo all around it. This pond was magic, I discovered it has healing properties and a naiad would laze there. In the middle was quite strange, there was a huge hedge, where it brok and was the entrance to a maze. I've never been in the maze. To the right you would exit the garden and if you journied up the hill you would be met with a steep sloap. The first time I went my father took me to see it and he forbade me from taking another step, past the sloap was extreme danger.
Through the front door, outside of the house you would be met with that same flatlands, except this time you could see the mountains on the right better. There were black in colour. To the right you would find a hill. I would soon learn that over the hill is where the city is.
this family friend's native plant garden is my new favorite reading spot
sky 🌅☁️ | 8 July 2026
God, Nora Dunn just ate up every scene she had in Dreamland
79/365
Brutalist Dreamland, sand and footsteps.