(w0)man and his symbols

Just woke from an evening's half-sleep of fever dreams, madly untangling the threads of conscious from unconscious, waking to find that I..ve accidentally clawed a hole right through the middle of the cloth. That's what I get for falling asleep while reading Jung? Touché.

Do you ever wake in the morning to find you were someone else last night? Somewhere between waking and sleeping, you morphed into an entirely different creature, only to hit the reset button with sleep and wake up yourself, but a bit confused?

Walking across town last night at one a.m. I saw a fox running alongside the closed shops of Princes Street. A group of drunken men balancing traffic cones on their heads exclaimed that seeing something like that had to be, "out of the ordinary."

Write something about extroversion . . . suddenly I find that meeting new people is not draining as it has been in the past, but is becoming invigorating and inspiring. This is a thrilling change. Social anxiety remains, but as the focus shifts from me to you, the fear begins a retreat into darkened corners. Conversation breeds new ideas, and everybody is interested in doing things. Melancholy is not entirely eliminated, but becoming easier to ignore.