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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Thank you, Jack
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: