Dreams were rough and tumble. A homeless dude decided there was a lot of money in my bag and he wanted it. There was no money in my bag so instead he wanted my water. I carry an 8oz. bottle everywhere in case I need to take a panic pill. He could not have that water. The dude got really aggressive, following me into my house where my family was moving out and into a shopping center. We ended up on a bunch of couches with an airport outside the window and a 24-hour booth that had something to do with Amazon Prime deliveries. Whenever a delivery was made a loud bell would ring. We could not live like this so we found accommodation elsewhere in the sprawling shopping center.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My dreams often take place in sprawling shopping centers that are actually cities unto themselves. I woke up screaming twice from last night’s dreams. This time I was alone, unlike one night last week. That was kind of random, not entirely pleasant or satisfying, and unlikely to recur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look around this office sometimes and ask: “What the hell am I doing here?” I will likely make it to a 2-year anniversary in January, but by then I would hope to be ready to move on. Getting a job takes so long and incurs so much wasteful activity. It took 2 full years from the time I applied to get this job. Two fucking years. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I posted a video which is not live yet. It is mostly Manhattan, some payphone patrol, but end with a dip into anti-solipsism, in which the world does not exist as long as I am in it. I had one of those near-blackout events where I did not know where I was and would have no memory of being there if not for the video I took. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here is the video, in all its glory:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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