All night I slept entwined in my dreams. A companion I cannot remember. Driving through a city not unlike Los Angeles and a sports team called Power. The clues dropping in front of me like a video game, stop ahead signs written on the pavement. I'm flying. Swooping in the lines in the air. Catching them. Swinging like a spider or chelidon.
Life is getting more complicated, intertwined, twisted up with possibilities and it is simple at the same time. Choose, be, watch, act. Each step opens and closes doors. Each step is a moment of beginnings, endings, middles. Each step has possibilities. My role/job is to live a possibility, at every possible moment. The possibility is up to me.
Note to self: For some people, seeing objects in the shop is enough to know that they exist, without the necessity of acquiring them. For me, seeing possible futures extrapolated various time lines is enough. I don't necessarily have to live them. I've seen them. And there are so many possibilities.
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