Today I felt like starting
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator
consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
It Will Get Lighter
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells
me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I
thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and
bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man
comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
Dreams like
these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense.
Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I Write Goodbye Letter
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully
and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no like which do people call me
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.