think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of
some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
It Will Get Lighter
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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.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
nope.
i only
remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the
dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh
meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
