Last night I could barely sleep. Something was up. And when I finally went to bed my dreams were even more disturbing.
I dreamt I was being forced to go to the Linkin Park Zoo and I was begging not to go. I hate that place it makes sad in such a way I can barely breathe. I think this whole corona lock down has made me even more sympathetic to animals than I had been.
In fact I’ve been dreaming a lot about animals and their wellness. I think the universe is telling me to consider veganism.
So tonight I removed every piece of meat I could from the stir fry my mom made. When I couldn’t get it all I stopped eating all together. I just couldn’t do it.
My mom as you can imagine didn’t like that. Even though she doesn’t eat meat herself.
The rest of my day was uneventful. Work is stressful but rewarding oddly. I just am excited for a month from now whenever thing runs like clock work and everyday is smooth I’m not putting in overtime.
And I can quite my second job which isn’t working out in my favor. The kickstart is almost over and then I can put in my notice.
Which will honestly be such a huge relief.
I wonder what you are working on. Or if you are studying. It’s summer during a world on fire so I’m sure you aren’t working on much if any school unless you are powering through your masters - if you are getting your masters. What did you get a degree in ? Like your undergrad?
Regardless, I always imagine what your teachers think of you and your assignments.
I wish I could read your essays. I want to know how your brain thinks. How does it form sentences and makes cases where does all that come from and why.
It’s like the song Can I Sleep In Your Brain.
I want to sleep in your brain and see how it works see the world through your eyes instead of mine and feel your thoughts the way you feel them.
That song actually makes me think of us a lot. Sometimes when I dream of us I want to believe I’ve slipped into your dreams or you’ve slipped into mine and now share a brain.
I know it’s wishful thinking but I find myself being even more wishful in my thinking these days. Rereading Call Me By Your Name may be to blame.
Anyway I love you,