I spin so ceaselessly

[sovay]

Today was busy. I saw mrbelm for a book handoff at the Diesel. I saw Matthew in between errands. I saw Dean for lunch at Sofra. (Score one for the lamb shawarma with tahini yogurt.) I saw two episodes of Millennium with lesser_celery. (Hence the Patti Smith.) I saw the newly restored print of William Wellman's Wings (1927) at the Brattle Theatre with derspatchel, a bottle of rose lemonade, and some chocolate with cornflakes in. And then I came home to collapse.

And I saw Sofia Samatar's post on Stone Telling and Alan Turing.

And I saw that time_shark wants my Charon (sap) poem for Mythic Delirium, although it will need a proper title before it sees print.

I'm still collapsing, but I'm in a pretty good mood.

Comments

[sovay]

I'm glad for your good mood, and I hope you'll be able to collapse into a state of regenerative rest.

I don't want to crash again. It's been a while since I actually ran out of ability to see people. I did sleep last night. I dreamed of drinking absinthe in a city that doesn't exist.

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I don't want you to crash, either.

I'm glad you slept.

I dreamed of drinking absinthe in a city that doesn't exist.

Interesting. I like the concept. Was it a city that was somewhat like some city that does, or was it altogether alien?

I dreamt of a city with corridors in place of streets; all the colours were tans and yellows, perhaps with a bit of soft ochre (like a Border's bookshop, maybe?). A street cleaner was binning stuffed animals from my childhood. Not the ones I loved best--somehow I knew those were safe--but it bothered me; they'd been put out for donation, not as rubbish. I stopped him.

Then I was sitting at an outlet, charging my laptop, or something that did the same job. Three software entrepeneurs with Cork City (one may've sounded more Waterford, but I didn't hear as much of him) accents were having a meeting, sitting around a desktop computer. The desk was close to me, to the point that they excused themselves as they sat down. I thought of talking with them, but I didn't.

I can't say I was pleased, but I was grateful it wasn't worse. I saw Warhorse (2011) last evening, and was a bit worried my dreams might be haunted with horses and mud and artillery.