1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

is this you as well

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

your feed looks like my tumblr

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

abrar?

lol

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

bro i read nothing in my life

division of reality is straying away from it

idk

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?