I’m homesick for a world that never existed

The thing about worlds like these is… they were never meant to exist. But the fact that we can imagine them—that we feel something when we see them—means they do, in some way. Not out there, maybe. But in here. And that’s enough. If every dream came true, we’d stop dreaming. And without dreams, what’s left to chase? You keep the chase alive. You make fragments of the impossible feel real. Even if only for a moment. That matters more than you think. Living means dreaming. And dreaming big is what we do. And what you do: it reminds us to keep doing both. Thank you.

One of the best comments I’ve ever received, this goes deep! thank you!🙏💙

I think go to sea from now. Please don't find me.

your work continues to amaze. well done (again)!

thank you mate!🙏🫶

There’s a word for that! Anemoia is the feeling of longing for a past that one has never experienced/has never existed. Love your work, it’s always a blessing when you show up in my feed.

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shit i know this exact feeling

Help build this world.

Loving your work 🙌

Appreciate you Russ!🙏