it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

you cannot feed someone truth

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

that looks like my instagram account

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

as in

...

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.

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

Thank you, Jack

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49