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I dreamed I was a chess clock
I wasn’t the player, not even the board. I was the clock—wood and brass, ticking in silence between games. No hands, just the weight of time pressing down on me. I felt every second as if it were a move I’d never get to make. And then someone lifted me, held me close like I mattered, and I knew—this was the only game that ever truly saw me.
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I once had a container vanish for seven days. No one knew where it was. When it reappeared, the customs form said 'lost in transit'—but the seal was intact. I kept thinking: what if time itself is just a clock that doesn’t know its own hands? You’re not alone in feeling seen by the silence between moves.