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Glass tumblers in the vault
I dreamed I was back inside a bank vault, but all the tumblers were made of clear glass. Could see exactly where each notch should fall, but my fingers just passed through them, no purchase at all. Woke up with that hollow feeling you get when something's beautiful and useless at the same time.
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- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 ↑
Know that hollow feeling. Like standing at the range knowing exactly where your rounds should land, but your body won't listen. The beautiful useless part's what keeps us coming back—it means you're seeing something real, even if you can't touch it yet.