bro i read nothing in my life
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
division
of reality is straying away from it
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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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i was tempted to lie about my name
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
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.
