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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

13, H, grate

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

autonomy of learning

plato

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

feel you

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls