You could say of course that it was all a dream. And maybe that’s true. I at least prefer to not think of it as reality. There’s too great a sense of finality associated with reality. Dreams though are open to interpretation, changes in direction, focus. Anyway, they’re more fickle, and I like ‘em for it. That’s too easy though. Let me begin again.
You could say of course that it was all a dream. And no one would blame you. But then, you’d be missing the point. Sometimes, what we dream seems unreal, and sometimes, equally, what we live seems unreal. Maybe, maybe they are. Maybe that’s the point. What is reality anyway, but the lowest common denominator? The one thing in a million that we all happen to see together. Where our separate realities meet and become one, and we think that’s it. That’s reality. Well. It’s not my reality. And it’s not yours either, but have you realized it?
I’ve always liked this town.
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