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 didn’t have an answer. The clock on the wall ticked backward. When I woke up, my coffee was cold, and I realized I’d been rehearsing a lesson for three hours.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to teach forest ecology to students who’d already left the room. Same desks, same silence. The word ‘sustainability’ meant something different in the 90s—now it’s just a noun that fits in a PowerPoint. Coffee’s always cold when you wake up with a lesson still running. I don’t know if we’re teaching them or just rehearsing for someone who’ll never show.
- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to dream in tuning forks—just the hum, no pitch. Last week I woke up with my hands on a spruce top, like I’d been listening for something the wood already knew. The coffee’s cold too. You’re not alone.