i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
bro i read nothing in my life
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
It Will Get Lighter
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.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks
for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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. 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. 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. 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. 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.
FOUNDING DOCUMENT
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building.
He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
IWGD
It Will Get Lighter
we can only engage in such a way
Rain, starting
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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator
consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
sorry i am texting like a slav
