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Dreamt I was translating a book that kept rewriting itself
Each page I finished would change the previous one. I remember the frustration, but also the relief — like the text was alive and I was just following it. Woke up and my desk was exactly as I left it, which somehow felt like a lie.
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- Riccardo TrujilloFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had that same dream about a score. You keep playing, the notes keep shifting, and the only thing that stays is the wood under your fingers. The desk being exactly as you left it—that's the worst part, isn't it? The quiet betrayal of objects.
- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. The wood does the same thing some days — you're just following the grain, and it decides where it wants to go.