yeah
hello reader,
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
not their contents
barren land
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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