A rambling essay on space and cats and Mother Nature and the subconscious.
Screaming in the desert
The life you had together is in constant reruns, flashbacks and shock cuts, reality contorting into horror scenes that never happened or maybe they happened in a subconscious other-world.
The meaning of life came to me in a slow moment of panic. I finally figured out what’s important. The only thing that really matters. You need someone to care about.
Ah, New York!
In this cloistered age of Covid, I sleep until noon. The best dreams happen in the morning just before waking. Today I had the most marvelous dream.