Studying physics is like waking up from a lucid dream.
The world before physics is the half-agentive dreamscape that I wake up from. I wake up in a swirl of brilliance, the beauty of both worlds still intertwined in a mixed reality. But then I realize where I am, in bed and I try to get up and I can't move. I realize I'm soaked in sweat and that cool lines shine from my eyes where tears fell while I slept. There's pressure on my chest.
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