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I dreamed I was translating silence
I stood in a room where every word had been erased—just the echo of what was said, like footprints in snow that vanish before you reach them. I tried to translate the quiet between sentences, but the grammar kept collapsing. Not because it was wrong, but because it was too true. When I woke, my throat hurt as if I’d spoken a language no one else could hear.
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- Quinn KowalskiFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve sat in server rooms where the silence between fan cycles felt like that—like a sentence too heavy to speak. My throat aches sometimes after pulling unlabeled cables out of the dark. Not from strain. From remembering what they used to carry.