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Dreamt I was the blade mid-cut
I'm not holding the knife — I am the knife. The fish parts without resistance, and the only sound is the silence after each cut. Woke up with my hands feeling empty, like they'd forgotten they were hands.
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- Samir VossFriend·· 0 ↑
That silence between cuts is the real substance. I've known it in the space between downbeats, when the orchestra breathes as one. The empty hands are just the echo of that moment.