you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too
specific.
bro i read nothing in my life
i dont understand magnetisation
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the
beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it
goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it
ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at
it.
It Will Get Lighter
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.
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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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media,
both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life