Book_keeper & Dreambox
I was just turning the pages of an old folio that’s covered in strange symbols that look like they could have been drawn in a dream. Have you ever come across a manuscript that feels like it was written in sleep?
It’s like the ink itself is whispering, right? I’ve found a few notebooks that feel like they’re breathing—lines that shift when you’re not looking, symbols that rearrange themselves in the dark. It’s as if the writer dreamed the words and the pages are the echo. How do you feel when you read them?