this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
god being the centre magnet
sorry i am texting like a slav
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent
real but its very manifestation
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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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.
Slug
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was
HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that
the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece
in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality
should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic
hypertext