13, H, grate
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
Rain, starting
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and
impulsively.
how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the
excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i dont understand magnetisation
