yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create
within and also produce works from.
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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
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which magnetises chains of pins
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
sorry i am texting like a slav
2 (actually index). two is company
no i haven't really read anything
but i respect your search
I Write Goodbye Letter
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.