I like having a dream while I’m sleeping. I always keep my dream journal by the bed.
When my dad was in Germany, he sent me this Christmas card. I was eight years old. I was very happy. I still have it with me wherever I go. Merry Christmas! Frohe Weihnachten!
Another me is nobody, none of me is everything. (nonsense does make sense.)
It was a pretty day today. I could smell fall. I felt cold air. I saw people wearing light scarfs.
When I carefully look at something which I never pay attention to, I find something interesting.
I was at a cafe reading a book, listening to people’s conversation. On my left, there were five people, men and women mid 30 to 50, talking about random things such as their job, the other cafe near a trail in Griffith Park……. On my right, a young female writer was having a meeting with her mentor? or with a lady from a publisher? She commented on that young writer’s work. I went back to reading. Life goes on.