“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” ― Chuang-Tzu, 4th C. BCE
update
I rise from a sleep
where I cannot quite
control a class at school
to a life where
I cannot quite
make myself heard
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dream wormhole: father figure – triptych
identity wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
life wormhole: … still waving!
school wormhole: a bit painful this
sleep wormhole: 3:30 am
