really i want the internet
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
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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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
i
haven't read 100 book
s so i'm probably not getting the depth of
all of what you're saying
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
Today I felt like starting
Picture
we can only engage in such a way
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
so an active mazelike process
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.
no like which do people call me
your feed looks like my tumblr
in a post. I want to be remembered