what do you think my name is
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
It Will Get Lighter
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
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth
bro i read nothing in my life
propensity within someone
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create
within and also produce works from.
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.
It Will Get Lighter
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty
cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.