Last night I was once again curling around the anxious concept that I carry no weight in this tremendous scheme; recognizing my eternal anonymity.
I had a dream this morning where I had to move somewhere urgently, and I had only a limited time to collect all of my things. I just kept finding more to take, stressing over how to pack; my clothes, my travel souvenirs, sketchbooks, music, letters, electronics, baby photos.. Acting like my house was going to burn down. Ransacking my mind to make sure I wasn’t losing anything.
And the dream kept extending itself in that funny way.. As I was too occupied collecting everything I could think of to preserve, I never even got to leave.
I woke up wondering where I was going.