I did not account for
the complication of dreams. I
want to be truthful to
you, which of course means
to the self. There is
a part of me that
knows that the still-sleeping-before-coffee self
is the self. but the
day-self is relentless and convincing.
The alone-self is the self,
I know. I know there
is no truth, just well
spoken logic. Just powerpoints and
sample products: the simple power
of holding a model of a
velvet hummingbird in our hands.