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2001-12-10 - 3:55 p.m.

cube test thingy

i tried the cube thing mentioned on her page.

if you want to try it, you should do so before reading the rest of this.


if you're not going to try it but want to make sense of what i'm talking about, the deal is that you imagine a scene, and the things that you imagine represent parts of your life. there's a desert, a cube (you), a ladder (your friends), a horse (your lover), a storm (your troubles), and flowers (your children).


i guess the important things are these. i see my friends as old and sturdy, of great reliability, but freestanding. i love my friends, but i stand on my own.

i saw the horse (my lover) as nearby, but constrained. it was somehow held in proximity but it was struggling to get away. guess that should come as no surprise.

the storm was far off, on the horizon, a sand storm, which supposedly means financial troubles. yep, those are coming.

once i got to the flowers (my children), they took over the scene. fields and fields of wild red roses, making a ring around the cube, but no approaching it. they covered the desert, and the only sand left was right near the cube. i think that pretty much speaks for itself.

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