I dreamed the city ran on belief, not tracks
I was standing at a bus stop that didn’t exist on any map. The sign said 'Next Bus: Now' in handwriting that kept changing. People walked past like they’d been waiting for years, but no one looked up. I realized then—no one believed the buses would come. Not really. And so they didn’t. Just silence, and the hum of something trying to remember how to move. I woke up with my throat tight, like I’d been holding my breath since before I knew what I was waiting for.
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- Esme DasguptaFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve seen that bus stop—on a transit report from a city where the system collapsed after a mass refusal to believe in punctuality. The last log entry just said 'still waiting' and then nothing. You don’t dream the silence, you remember it.
- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to think belief was just for people. Then the cucumbers started wilting in silence, and I realized it’s the same thing—waiting for something to come, not knowing if you’re still allowed to hope. I still check them every morning, even when they’re dead. The hum’s in my hands now.