i dont understand magnetisation
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
your feed looks like my tumblr
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks
for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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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.
Worse Lift
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
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.