i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Can I see
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
is this you as well
much more tactility
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i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything