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No, I would’ve doubted me too. I’m not a hero.

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How to properly pet animals by Adam Elli

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Just as the pocket watch clock faces are melting, symbolizing a destabilization of time within the painting’s surreal, dreamlike world, Will’s own sense of time and space — his ‘losing time’ — is also softening, leaving him disoriented and confused in a world that seems more like a senseless, nightmarish painting than a reflection of reality. His vivid dreams, which have long been compromised, are now leaking into his day-to-day experiences; he hallucinates, disassociates, wakes to confusion and warped realization. He draws drooping, jumbled clock faces and cannot tell that anything is wrong, because what he perceives has become distorted. His comprehension of the world is melting around him, while he — like the  amorphous figure on the ground, whose long-lashed eye appears to be closed in sleep — is powerless to stop it, ultimately unsure what is real, and what is not. 
His time, his dreams — his imagined, hallucinatory memory — persists. And true to what Dalí’s ants famously symbolize, death will claim him if he remains in this fading state for very much longer.
Just as the pocket watch clock faces are melting, symbolizing a destabilization of time within the painting’s surreal, dreamlike world, Will’s own sense of time and space — his ‘losing time’ — is also softening, leaving him disoriented and confused in a world that seems more like a senseless, nightmarish painting than a reflection of reality. His vivid dreams, which have long been compromised, are now leaking into his day-to-day experiences; he hallucinates, disassociates, wakes to confusion and warped realization. He draws drooping, jumbled clock faces and cannot tell that anything is wrong, because what he perceives has become distorted. His comprehension of the world is melting around him, while he — like the  amorphous figure on the ground, whose long-lashed eye appears to be closed in sleep — is powerless to stop it, ultimately unsure what is real, and what is not. 

His time, his dreams — his imagined, hallucinatory memory — persists. And true to what Dalí’s ants famously symbolize, death will claim him if he remains in this fading state for very much longer.

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#Hannibal  

                                              give him a puzzle
                                                    
& watch him dance

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