There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Thank you, Jack
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: