that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Picture

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

it is hopeful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"Put a blanket."

hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

autonomy of learning

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

its good

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: