Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
And to think that I struggled through my teenage years with writing inspiration, while you have it for free during your dreams! I always take the good decision at the (late) end: so I left from writing, for good. Dreaming remains. Have this bad custom of leaving some things half-done. :-)
Ooorrr, from the F. Kafka diaries:The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life — the terror of art.;-)
Sometimes I wish my dreams weren't so clear. With the exception of the joyful ones, all they do is tell me the truth when I'd rather remain in denial. Thanks rf, I always enjoy your comments.
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