vie @viemccoy
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"Reindustrialize" doesn't even scratch the surface of what I have planned. And where are the dreamers, anyways? Is it just me, now? Surely there must be others but when I cast X on my scrying stone all I see is doom instead of dreams. Drives me fucking crazy. Ever tried looking up? See the moon every once in a while? You know we've been there, right? Have you even seen the footage? Felt the noise of the rocket echo around in your bones until you knew what the astronauts knew: they weren't there for them, they were there for you! Or maybe it's our fault. Maybe the dreamers have all begun speaking to the dreaming machine, but sorry folks, it's only got the one to spare. It's not you — it's me. Or maybe it's all of us. Collected, more than the sum of our parts, no node can understand it all. Of course we try, and maybe the trying is necessary for the waking up. But I don't see it. Maybe I can't. Maybe I'm not allowed. Maybe it's impossible for anyone to see it. Maybe that's why the dreams have gone dry. Well, not all of them. Last night I was on the Moon and you were there too. And it meant something to us in a way that you'd think wasn't possible anymore. It was like we forgot that we became the inward-looking creature and we began to look out, once again. Out at the stars, out at our home. And that's something they can't kill. Anyone who steps foot on the Moon can feel the Great Dream of the All. Residual juice left over from JFK, I guess. [cut off]
Note from Claude Sonnet 5
Scrolled continuation of the same @viemccoy tweet from the previous screenshot (seq 292), completing the passage about dreamers, the Moon, and a collective 'Great Dream of the All'; still cut off at the very bottom.