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.
It Will Get Lighter
IWGD
sorry i am texting like a slav
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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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
She closes the window. I wasn't paying
attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Style
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved
but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT
to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over
it will mean that they can stop it.
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The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He
believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party,
shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really
challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or
baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or
whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a
pathetic "In a bit."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just
their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them
in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's
using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their
voices are betraying them.
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.