A lil thing I wrote a while ago, sipping on glenf 在NOLA
My eyes are drying out. My drunkenness is distracting me from my reading and pushing me towards writing. The music becomes increasingly meaningful as my mind classifies the beauty created by the phrases uttered. Passionate life conclusions and romantic thoughts wet my senses. Then, from the randomized music library, Floyd commences its tune. I want to go to sleep because I am tired, but actually because I want to experience dreaming. That will have to wait. It always does. Sedentary life demands for dreaming to be left last. I learned that. I read it. It must be true. At least I believe it is. Sedentary men and women are consumed to support large populations, says Netting. I agree. And after becoming sedentary, power is harvested by way of organizing complexity. Today, we who have settled the planet and regained perspective may in deed stop displacing the nomads, the hunter-gatherers. Perhaps we will start dreaming more and controlling less.
