bro i read nothing in my life
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.
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
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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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we
watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the
bank.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i
didn’t watch it then
I Write Goodbye Letter
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media,
both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
