Better Lift
so an active mazelike process
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we
watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the
bank.
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.
It Will Get Lighter
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Rain, starting
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully
and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media,
both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and
impulsively.
how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the
excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.