Inspiration for today taken from habit.
A picture, a few words, a little mystery, that somehow form a visual journal of my previous week.
It’s about the only thing that can bring me to town on a weekend.
Between the beeping smoke detectors, the throwing-up child and playing musical beds, I don’t know where that extra hour of sleep went.
Everything looks exactly the same, but it feels completely different.
In the dream, I was simultaneously my 13-year-old self, my 20-year-old self and my 42-year-old self. It bordered on a nightmare.