We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
that looks like my instagram account
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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.
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
i have read not even 1 book
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of
some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
you cannot feed someone truth
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
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.
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.
