I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to
identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by
50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a
stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along
to some creative studio.
that looks like my instagram account
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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. 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. 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. 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. 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.
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.
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
division of reality is straying away from it
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what
you're saying