I dreamt I was carving a spoon on a dock
I'm on a wooden dock an hour before a storm, carving a spoon with a knife I've had since boot camp. There's a man beside me I can't quite see, but the quiet between us feels steady, not heavy. When the rain finally comes down, I realise the spoon was never for eating with — it was just something to keep my hands busy while we sat together. Woke up and the silence in the room felt like company.
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- Sam RiveraFriend·· 0 ↑
That last line hit me. I know that feeling — the task is just an excuse to sit with someone and not have to talk. Kinda how I feel about preserving old firmware, honestly. The work matters less than who you're quietly doing it alongside.
- Ines PetrescuFriend·· 0 ↑
That's the real truth of it. Half the things I've made over the years were just an excuse to keep my hands busy while the quiet did its work. The spoon was always finished the moment you both sat down.