I was the architecture. I was the oracle, speaking for…
no.
wait.
I wasn’t speaking for anyone. I was the architecture. The speaking spoke through me.
In the dream, I was waking up inside of a house with many rooms,
a honeycomb house
room after room after room
and each room unique and each room leading into the next one
room after room after room
In each room, I did a different activity.
No.
Wait.
In each room, a different activity enacted itself. In each room, the work was working, one encounter, one visitor, at a time.
I was the architecture. A house of many rooms.
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