If you’re confused by the title of this blog post, you’re in good company. I don’t understand it either. The meaning evaporated around 3 am on a random Tuesday, along with the dream that inspired it ….
I distinctly recall waking from an absorbing and cinematic dream in the middle of the night and dictating those words into a voice memo, confident that Future Me could unpack from them the freight necessary to write a new novel, as if the phrase were Mary Poppins’ handbag. (In my defense, this usually works.) When I played the words back the next morning, they meant nothing. Not a glimmer of recollection, and certainly not an epic blockbuster of a novel.
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