I felt this in my bones. I had to sit and think about whether my dreams contained any speaking or hearing, which was a strange experience. I don't think mouths move necessarily, but I do hear. My version of dream-not-speaking is that suddenly my legs are cement blocks and I can't move or walk and all I want to do is lift one of my legs to move forward but the heavy heavy weight makes it impossible. I think it's very interesting that both themes revolve around losing an important ability, and the stuck-ness that comes with it. Thank you for sharing - this is so fully whole and complete in a lovely and difficult to explain way. It feels like it needed to exist in this zine form in order to breath and feel at peace. (it being the piece itself, the words and thoughts and visuals) - like it was taking up space in your head without either of you knowing it and now it's been released and exists out here with the rest of us and that's where it always wanted / needed to be <3 appreciate you & your creations