When you lose your train of thought, where does it go? Who catches it?
I had a dream last night that lightning didn’t exist anymore. Just thunder. Someone told me about it as if I were completely out of the loop for not knowing. I completely believed it during the dream of course, but when I thought of it again while awake I couldn’t believe my sillyness in believing such a thing. I was thinking of documenting my dream so as I could remember this upside-down moment forever, but then realized that a world without lightning and only thunder would be hard to capture in a drawing, since you can’t draw thunder.
I like the idea of a place where all sounds could be stored, and you could pull them out of drawers like files.
I’d keep a folder aside for my favorites, you know,
xylophones,
pillow fights,
bird songs,
water lapping up against the boat,
melting snow,
crackling fire,
when a dog licks my ear,
that stuff.
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