To rest in a dream space is a red brick through the glass window of capitalism. I want our intentional rest to scream at depression on a bullhorn, then emerge soft and full, slowly whispering in a pace that feels unnecessarily slow and awkward until it becomes your heartbeat. Let the space that dreaming asks for channel you back to your true self, the tender human bound up by a violent duty to overwork to justify your worth.
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