dear minutes diary,
if five minutes in real time equals an hour in a dream, then i've spent a lifetime searching for you. never recreate places from your memory. always imagine new places because building a dream from your memory is a mistake. it is the easiest way for your subconscious to become confused and lose grasp on what is real and what is not real. that is what happened to me. now i run from you. while the minutes tick into years and my feet do as they are told, i find myself once again ready for a nap as i find myself tired and old. throwing garbage from the back of a truck is stupid. i have yet to dream about that.
if five minutes in real time equals an hour in a dream, then i've spent a lifetime searching for you. never recreate places from your memory. always imagine new places because building a dream from your memory is a mistake. it is the easiest way for your subconscious to become confused and lose grasp on what is real and what is not real. that is what happened to me. now i run from you. while the minutes tick into years and my feet do as they are told, i find myself once again ready for a nap as i find myself tired and old. throwing garbage from the back of a truck is stupid. i have yet to dream about that.
