paper in hand
I’m a dreamer. A make-believer. Imagining the impossible is my life-blood.
& my downfall.
sometimes something or someone becomes so important, so intertwined with how I view the world and myself that they fill my dreams. dreams that span the line between reality and imagination are the most addicting kind, because by some chance of fate they could come alive.
i’ve finally found the antidote to boundary-spanning dreamers: news.
news is as grounding, unimaginary, raw, down-to-earth as one can get. I’ve never enjoyed keeping up with current events, but now that I do there is a sense of calm that comes with engaging in the present. It is a reminder of the world we live in & a reminder that people everywhere are doing something, changing, living.
Every weekend I go through withdrawal because the building I get newspapers from isn’t open. Sure, there’s the internet, but after a couple weeks nothing can rival the tranquility of drinking hot chocolate and reading the newspaper while listening to Frank Sinatra.
My antidote to dreams of the past is immersing myself in the present. That is, until my dreams stop spanning boundaries.
