Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
this will be about a slug
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems
annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder
where it goes in the day.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building.
He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
