thirty years in an afternoon

2026-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

i have this recurring dream. it always starts the same way: i'm at a waterpark, the sun is out, and everything is fine. the dream takes place over a single day, and the deeper i walk into this park, the older it gets.

it doesn't just get a little rusty. the park ages thirty years in an afternoon. the layout is identical, the rides are exactly the same, but the paint is peeling in heavy strips, the concrete is cracking, and the water has a disgusting murk, like it's been sitting there for years. the sky gets darker, and i begin to feel a dread that i can't place.

then i reach the back of the park, and there, in the middle of all this rot, is a brand new ride.

an impossibly tall wooden water slide. pristine, and completely out of place among the ruins. it's structurally doomed from the start. you can't see the top, and it's a water slide, pushing thousands of gallons of water through wood. it's begging to rot. but i don't care. it's new and shiny.

the dream always ends the same way. i decide to get on. i climb to the top, sit down, and the second i start moving, the whole thing collapses out from under me.

you don't need a psychology degree to figure this one out.

i've been thinking about the slow decay of the park. the way a relationship can sit there, stagnating, while time accelerates around it. you keep walking deeper in, looking at the same rides, letting the scenery rot because nobody wants to push things forward. months of pacing around a decaying park, talking about the rides instead of getting on them.

and then, when it's already too late, you finally try to build something new. you make a sudden push for commitment. you build a towering slide in the middle of a wasteland and expect it to hold you.

but it doesn't matter how new the ride is if you built it on dead ground. you can't let a connection stagnate for months and then ask it to hold a sudden, massive leap of faith. the foundation is already gone.

i don't want to make that mistake again. in the dream, i'm not riding anything. i'm walking the park with my hand on the railings, checking for damage. a slow reply. a quiet afternoon. if you look hard enough, you always find a crack.

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2026-08-13T00:00:00+00:00

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thirty years in an afternoon

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