Do you ever just come home from toil and go and lie down, not sleeping nor waking?
"Who has time?" you may ask.
I don't have time either, but I do it anyway. Always have. It's a need, sort of.
When I do this, odd stuff floats to the surface of my consciousness.
Just now, this thought emerged slowly from the unformed ether:
"If I die tomorrow, I will at least know this about myself:"
A few seconds later, a rough-edged, unvarnished truth emerged:
"I live more in the world of ideas than in the real world."
It's true, I say.
"Say hello." -- Deep Dish (Angello & Ingrosso remix)