I have a couple of “happy places.” One of them is YouTube: I can visit empty shopping malls, liminal spaces, watch the commercials from a Sunday night in 1984, watch a TV station in North Korea, watch the stuff I miss because I don’t have cable, see documentaries about WWII, and of course, music music music.
The other place? My dreams. The ones I have in the afternoon, when I inadvertently fall asleep, are particularly interesting. Yesterday, I parked my car at a parking garage when I went to the office (which, as I’ve said before, looks like a grocery store, complete with shelves, kind of like the Winn-Dixie I used to go to 30 years ago), and when I got out of work, I couldn’t remember at which garage I had parked and spent half the evening looking for it. Or at least I assume I did, because I woke up without finding it.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Now a word about RCA Victor radios with IMPAC unbreakable cases.