The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i have read not even 1 book
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no i haven't really read anything
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
sorry i am texting like a slav
FOUNDING DOCUMENT
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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.
god being the centre magnet
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Rain, starting
