December 12, 2021 - Last night I was on a beach
Last night I was on a beach, the one I always visit in my dreams, a chaotic combination of all my favorite shores - a scattering of Northeast woods leading down to the water, greenblue ocean surrounded by Railay’s rocks and a crowded strip of sand that screams California coast. Life seems to be speeding up, flashing by faster than usual. More repetition too, more muddled, blended moments. Maybe because it’s winter, more night, more sleep, more dreams, more this has already happened and how many times has this happened. I guess it doesn’t really matter how many times we live a life if we only remember one version. What is more powerful, I wonder - memory or the perception of memory, time or the perception of time?
