can it be that it was all so simple then, or has time rewritten every line?

Last night (or rather, this morning, just before waking) I had one of those convoluted dreams where a lot of things are happening at once. This one had strange old women, trucks from hell, taking the bus, a picture of a room, and Mary's new boyfriend (who actually doesn't exist but in this dream was the third child of a family who actually only has two children).

Aaannyway, the part of the dream I remember most vividly was something my dream-self said to a little girl. She walked up to me and said she was nine years old. I took her hand and brought her closer and said something to the effect of "I want you to do something for me. I want you to remember this day, and remember how it feels to be nine years old, with your whole life stretching before you, not a care in the world because your parents are taking care of everything. Promise me you'll remember that."


This sounds a lot like something I said in a comment to way2 the other day. *sigh* I need to not hate being 44. But really, FUCKTempus and all its godsdamned fugit-ing.

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A thought-provoking article from Whole Earth Review, one of the original Progressive magazines:

The Consequences of Treating the Fetus Like A Human Being