Today is the second contiguous day waking from utterly weird fatidic dreams of a dystopian future. Blame the chemicals in the air, maybe. Or something else. I think these things run in cycles.
I’ve had this thought lately that I should set about recording my thoughts during the day, and then play them back to transcribe them in a way that might read like something. This would be something more than Twitter, I think. Twitter is immediate and shareable, whereas these thoughts are more internal and insightful. On Twitter I might say, “I’m setting my hair on fire.” In one of these short summary posts, I might provide insight as to why I’ve done so. Perhaps tracking these things could lead to some kind of predictive instrument for mood or environment.
This weekend sort of imploded in slow motion. Things weren’t going well even on Thursday, as work kind of collapsed in upon itself in the usual vacuum-sucking sound.
