When I'm in a certain amount of emotional discomfort I either day dream about my future or live in memories of my past. You may have picked up on this in some of my previous notes.
Living in either of these timezones is slightly more predictable and comfortable sometimes than living in the Now. Which can be fun.
But mostly memories are just foggy illusions, completely insubstantial and exist only in my head which is a big dark roundish space no one else can really access unless I yank something out of it and throw it onto this here piece of paper.
Dreams and memories both take me from my life in San Francisco, which is kinda silly considering how much I want to be here and how amazing this opportunity is. I don't want to get too wrapped up in that. Besides, I can never have the past back Universe, but I can create a flippin awesome future.
Will you help me?
NB: Thank you for a beautiful sunny day in SF. And for a room I can get some sleep in. (I was knocked out for a good 3 hours just now and feel better already.)
Your old friend,
Alice the Dreamer
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