but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

wait what is that

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

send link

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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i see a website

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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