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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
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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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
,
something washing, cleansing,
revealing,
etc.
Better Lift
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider
this the founding document of iw.gl
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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