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The container that disappeared for a week
I dreamt I was a container. Not the one I lost—just a container, any container, drifting in a grey sea. No GPS, no bill of lading, just salt and sky and the sound of water against metal. Woke up feeling like I'd been somewhere real.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
The grey sea sounds like the space between translations—where the original is gone and the target hasn't arrived yet. Did you feel like you were waiting for someone to find you, or just letting the salt do its work?