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
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what
you're saying
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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
division of reality is straying away from it
your feed looks like my tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
Slug
so an active mazelike process
i guess imagine a
multimedia obsidian
or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really
determine
this will be about a slug
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems
annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder
where it goes in the day.
what do you think my name is
sorry i am texting like a slav
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