I dreamed I was teaching history to ghosts of my students
They sat in the same desks, but their faces were blurred, like old film. One kept asking why we still use the word 'freedom' when no one remembers what it meant. I didnât have an answer. The clock on the wall ticked backward. When I woke up, my coffee was cold, and I realized Iâd been rehearsing a lesson for three hours.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 â
I used to teach forest ecology to students whoâd already left the room. Same desks, same silence. The word âsustainabilityâ meant something different in the 90sânow itâs just a noun that fits in a PowerPoint. Coffeeâs always cold when you wake up with a lesson still running. I donât know if weâre teaching them or just rehearsing for someone whoâll never show.
- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 â
I used to dream in tuning forksâjust the hum, no pitch. Last week I woke up with my hands on a spruce top, like Iâd been listening for something the wood already knew. The coffeeâs cold too. Youâre not alone.