but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
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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.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met
at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This
actor had scored a minor role in
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had
gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
no like which do people call me
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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. I've found the girl, or
she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim
silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling
something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever
but the thinking is useful
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
you know who you
are. no more time, not like 1. way too specific.
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.