Rain, starting
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed
actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's
avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit.
He's managing just fine.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to
identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by
50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a
stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along
to some creative studio.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
2 (actually index). two is company
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Lift Analysis
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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.
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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think
of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind
of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels
like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only
belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time
in it.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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