Maybe it’s the new moon or the weird weather or the unnatural sunrise time or the fact that I really miss the tree outside my window that would graciously provide shade and early morning glare repellent.
And I lost my train of thought. Which I cannot stand.
Sleep has always been something of a mystery. When I was young, it was easy. Now, falling is a pain in the butt, asleep, that is. Do I read too much? Think too much? I guess picking up a book on mediation would be slightly ironic, if not helpful.
Unseasonably warm followed by cold sand, except where it was dark, followed by tiny, smooth rocks and purple shells. Seaside pot holes had for a cold bath for lesbians and a detour for everyone else. More time spent gridlocked than unlocked and off the grid. Strange day.
So, Chistopher Nolan revives the “Batman” franchise and I find myself wondering, what if Stanley Kubrick was the one to make “Terminator”? This is something that’s been rattling around my head for a while and I will expand on it at some point. Because, alternate histories are fun, no?
I’m surprised that my left seems better than my right. Out in the real world, it seems to be the reverse…
Created by Train Horns
Not that it will be connected to this or that, but the blocks are on the table, and oh, where’s the glue?
