thatwhichisnot

As you were, folks.

I'm watching an inchworm dangling from a thread outside my window, being blown around by the wind. Metaphor? I think not.

I was thinking about those dreams everybody has, where you're at work or school or something and suddenly you realize you have no pants on and it's all very awkward. The psychologists and dream interpreters say it's because you're just so damn insecure. Couldn't it just be because we don't wear pants to bed? You're dreaming about work or school or whatever, because that's where you go every day, when suddenly your brain realizes you aren't wearing any pants; because you AREN'T. It gets added to the dream, like many things do which happen around a sleeping person. Psychologists seem too busy daydreaming about pathology to notice how common sanity is, and that we aren't crazy but we do live in a strange and inexplicable world. The people who think it all makes sense, those are the crazy ones.

Your food tastes funny.

Clocks are a bad idea. The mind and body have their own ways of working and precise scheduling interferes with how they work. Go stare at the sun, asshole. Really.

Let's go shoot out some lights so we can see the stars again. The wild sky is so full of stars you can hardly tell one from another. How many of you have ever even seen the wild sky at night? I have seen it exactly once in my life. I will never forget.