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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

all that is to say

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

and the fake qualifier

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

December 2025

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.

It Will Get Lighter

so an active mazelike process

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

kind of mythopoesis

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

idk

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yes

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.


plato