As dreams are made on — surely — the Bard was confused and we are the jury-rigged temporary stuff built on dreams — Lately — they have been spectacular and the return to wakefulness — the return to the gravity well — with a body in motion — with a mass — has been disconcerting
A friend sends me a dream fragment “The practice of forward time travel was expensive but commonplace. I chatted with people I knew about how far forward I was trying to travel while waiting in line” — Still shaking off a dream of being in Japan and meeting a woman from France whose grandfather was a famous Zen scholar — I reply — “Sounds like a good description of aging”
The practice of forward time travel was commonplace
Getting harder and harder to answer — What is this?
What is this? What is this? What is this?
What is what is what is this — this — THIS???
A solstice prayer y’all — we deserve it. Pass it on,
