Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Eight
In the dream, I keep losing track of this little kid. He is tiny and full of energy, carrying a large, shiny red circle in each hand.
I’m convinced I’m losing hair faster than before.
Morning breezes on the deck.
All I want is another table. Why is this so hard to find?
A hummingbird floating in front of my face. Maybe I should make a feeder.
Air drying the hammock.
I decide on The Copenhagen Trilogy.
“‘People turn strange from reading. Everything written in books is a lie.’” - The Copenhagen Trilogy
Fingertips on temples. Trying to process what’s happening. Where was the misunderstanding about what was supposed to happen with the chicken parm?
“‘I know that you sometimes have to lie in order to bring out the truth.” - The Copenhagen Trilogy