Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
It Will Get Lighter
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to
do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old
from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals
who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in
the Midlands)
picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
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.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to
set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into
real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.