a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording
of his website, something that could be found within it
so the method has to be autonomous
i have read not even 1 book
you cannot feed someone truth
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Lift Analysis
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
stalgivc
is the greatest poster of all
time
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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.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think
of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind
of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels
like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only
belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time
in it.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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