one time, i had a dream that time expanded into a singular, massive, occurance of non simultaneous events. the elves of joy told me this happens everyday, only slowly.
my pet fish, bubbles, said that the elves are wrong because history is an unfolding dialectic acted out in the material world through the mode of production.
i told bubbles he needs to get out of his bowl more often, and swim in reality.
bubbles said that i was delusional.
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