>>56509920When I was a kid I dreamt of a place, I don't know how else to describe it but as "stilt world". It was like a neighborhood of houses on stilts high in the clouds with no ground visible below, just an infinite abyss. I was climbing up a ladder to my house, almost at entrance, when I missed a step and plummeted into the infinite sky below. I reached out for the ladder but the rungs had disappeared, it was just two poles with nothing to grab onto. I bolted awake after falling for a while. It was prophetic in a way, I still have no way to survive but to keep writing one line, one more line, one more line... does that make sense?
