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.
Et Cetera
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