I'm hooked
Do you ever have visions? Do you ever dream dreams? Does the world around you ever stop for a second, and you see through it? You see how crazy all of this is—that the world exists and carries on without stopping altogether. What’s the battery like—the one that keeps things going? Where are the controls? What kind of oil is required to keep it running smoothly? And how do we get so easily distracted from how crazy all of this is by the need to, like, go to the bathroom? Do you ever have visions? Do you ever dream dreams? Sometimes, suddenly, I see my children grown, their feet reaching to the end of the bed, and my older self remembering them small. The older me looks back at the present me and thinks, “One more hug.” And then the present me who still has the little kid hugs available starts crying on behalf of the older me. I was at the top of a really high staircase one time in Scotland, looking down over the little town below with its pretty bridges and river and crooked...
