1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

all that is to say

which magnetises chains of pins

so an active mazelike process

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetises a pin

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.

isaac

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thank you, Jack

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

brb i will read and reply sincerely

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

and the fake qualifier

It's

dusk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i love it here