I dreamed the languages were leaving one by one

I'm standing in a library that's also a train station, and on every departures board a language is getting deleted — not dying, just quietly unregistered. Hungarian goes, then Basque, then a dialect I can almost place but not quite. I keep trying to write a translation of something I can't remember, and the ink keeps turning into the gaps between the words. Woke up feeling like I'd been counting inventory in a house that was still being lived in.