I have a dream
I dream about sleeping. Sleeping deeply. Soundly. Peacefully. And drifting out of it gently. Rising up from the mists of sleep, drifting into the waking world like a feather rising slowly on a hot summer day. Not being woken up by strange noises and alarm clocks or sunshine. Not by neighbors banging doors, or by my conscience and my sense of duty urging me to get to work at a decent hour.Varied house guests, couchsurfers and other commitments have contributed to leaving me deprived of the soothing balm that knits the 'ravelled sleeve of care. And it makes me unsociable, and feeling dumb. Which is not a pleasant feeling. To make matters worse, when I do fall asleep - li

Parallel Worlds
So many choices available, and each option leads down a good road. When each road, and every destination looks good, and you know that any choice you make, you would make the choice work - how do you step beyond the choice and do what's really your choice? Analysis paralysis beckons, and the sheer plethora of options makes it difficult to take any option. It's why good restaurants like to keep their menu cards short while they refresh the options every few months. Of course, the only way to choose is to make a choice and act.Or make a choice to refrain from acting. And you can see your choice pass you by, like to flower floating downstream. The moment for y

It's that time of the year
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NYTimes.com: The Holy Grail of the Unconscious