Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

its performative

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

and the fake qualifier

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

was it worth it

ahnaf abrar

is this you as well

barren land

god "possessing" artists "possessing" 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.

so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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.

that looks like my instagram account

no longer writing in the third person

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.