this will be about a slug
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
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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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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specific.
sorry i am texting like a slav
god being the centre magnet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and
impulsively.
how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the
excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
Picture
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.
with this post net clarity
and the hours
of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
It Will Get Lighter