Of course, I’m embellishing. A little. I think. I’ve actually forgotten the extent to which everything is a lie anymore.
Living the dream.
I hear it’s a common dream to have: the one where all your teeth fall out, not the one where all your carefully crafted lies form an amalgamation of an ivory universe for you to occupy. The latter is a story for another time, perhaps.
They say the root cause is stress. It’s a reoccurring dream but my overall stress level is low. I’m unsure to what extent dreams are to be accurately interpreted. Having dreams is an interesting thing. It’s late by now, otherwise I could see myself waxing idiotic about their significance or their origins. I’ll also extract that for another time. I’m tired, as you probably are from bracing for each successive and thinly veiled tooth-based pun. I’ll punish you no further.
There, I’m done.
I’m still getting used to this process. I feel that it still takes me too long to compose my thoughts as well as craft the lines and colors- but I’m learning. Primarily, I’m learning to be fine with the lines as they fall and move on to the next because there are so many lines to be drawn. So little time.
In perfection we find imperfection; we find imperfection is fine.
Have you ever discovered that something you’ve been doing for your entire life was wrong? It’s fun to receive that gut check every now and again.
For me, recently, it came grammatically. I was taught and been constantly affirmed (never corrected is more accurate) to double space after each period. Only recently have I even attempted to break the habit. Muscle memory still forces my fingers to tap twice when once will suffice.
Maybe that can catch on as a pneumatic device.