Chrisonomicon

Sunday, March 10, 2002

I had a dream last night that I was running barefoot in the streets. A specific destination wasn't clear to me at the time, but I remember looking down at my bare feet landing on the pavement in that slow-motion blur you always get while running in dreams and being amazed at how my feet were able to function without the usual protection of socks or shoes. I wonder if it's an enactment of this ubiquitous urge to leave and take off running. I'd silence everything in my life with a big piece of duct tape and just run with no destination in mind, no preparation, no shoes or socks and watch my feet grow strong against the elements of life.