Where to Meet Your Friends
My friendships have been relegated to my dreams. I worked late last night, sleeping only to see my friends.
“Thanks for the book.”
“oh, yeah, glad you like it.”
Then we have a discussion on personal education philosophy and practices.
Sometimes, lately, I’m not sure if I had a conversation with a friend or if all happened in a dream.
“Didn’t we go to their house last week and play cards or something…?”
“No, it’s been a while.”
Optimistically, at least I remember having good times.
Adam is a writer, drawer, juggler, father, web development architect, former polyphasic sleeper, rationalist, extropist, lucid dreamer. Not in any order.
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