real dreams

It's strange, but all the travelling seems to have melded into my brain, such that now I live a non-stop backpacking nightmare that fills both my day and nightscape. These nights, I either go blank, or dream about very mundane travelling stuff - things like missing my flight, forgetting a transit, fumbling over foreign small change (why should Two Pence be so much larger than Twenty Pence??).

Among other things, to cover up the remains of an imploding heart for weeks and weeks is tough shit. Apart from Toilet and Bath, I'm never alone lately. Need some room and good sleep soon.

EDIT: yet another insanely BORING dream about hostel life! AHHHHHH

my wise other self

It's rare that I get to meet some character who acts remotely intelligent.

She has tight curls for hair and walks like I never do. Confident. Concerned not about the world. She knows how it works.

She smokes a pipe thing.

That day I was feeling like an awfully inefficient member of the society, so I asked.

How to be a fitter, happier, more productive person?

You should like the colour pink.

But I hate it.

Pink is powerful. It is the only colour that moves people to hate or love. It is never personal.

Okay then, how do I fix myself?

People lived in closed worlds.

(... I don't get you.)