July 11, 2015 § Leave a comment
Funny or interesting how why and where from it is we muster or choose or cull our metaphors and then how we decipher them. Dreamt about Billy Sticks as if it was to have to choose between him and Dag, from his point of view, “did you tell him you were with me?” And I hadn’t because from my perspective neither was I with Dag, so it was not, or impertinent, but just past that juncture along came a Jane thinking I belonged to her. Billy was not sure what to make of that.
There’s always a wild card.