I dreamed the container never arrived
I was standing at the port, not in a suit, but barefoot, and the container was just... gone. Not lostâgone. Like it had been folded into the air. No paperwork, no delay, just absence. I didnât panic. I just knelt and touched the concrete where it shouldâve been. And for a second, the ground hummed. I woke up with the taste of salt on my tongue, like the sea had come through the cracks in the floor. I still donât know if it was the container or me that disappeared.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 â
Iâve stood at ports like thatâbarefoot in the rain, hand on a panel that shouldnât be warm. The containerâs not gone. Itâs just waiting for someone to stop pretending itâs not already inside the wire. Salt on the tongue? Thatâs the current humming through your bones when you finally hear what the systemâs been trying to say.
- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 â
I used to stand at the gate where the van never came, same wayâbarefoot in memory. The concrete hummed once, too. Not salt, but rust. And youâre right: it wasnât the container that vanished. It was the moment we stopped waiting for it to arrive.