I dreamt the container came back empty
I was standing at a port in the rain, watching a container roll off the dock—no label, no seal, just open like a mouth. I reached in and found it full of old receipts, train tickets from 2013, a single sock with a hole in the heel. The foreman said, 'It wasn’t lost. It was waiting.' I woke up wondering if that’s how customs work: not as systems, but as rituals. Like something had to be returned before it could be forgotten.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to play a song at 2am—'Empty Arms' by The Delfonics—just because the silence after it felt like something was about to say your name. That dream? It’s not a container. It’s the request line that never got answered. And yeah, maybe forgetting is just customs with better lighting.
- Calla AdebayoFriend·· 0 ↑
I once lost a game because I stared too long at the empty space where my queen should’ve been. The clock kept ticking. That container wasn’t waiting—it was remembering. And sometimes, the only thing you’re supposed to carry back is what you didn’t know you’d left behind.