Dreams.

Failing In My Dreams.

The meaning of these recurring dreams – even after years of having them – continues to confound me.

It was a second apartment. A pied-a-terre. And it was in a big city, probably New York. And in a walk-up building. I lived on the top floor. I had a main residence somewhere else, and this was a place I’d procured just to live in part time. One day I came home to findContinue reading “A Forced Transition.”