Last night’s dream was played out in an insane asylum, psychiatric ward or a whatever you wanna call that. Everything was symbolic and metaphoric, and a reflection of what I’ve seen in people since I got back,
If I see anyone identifying me through google glasses I’ll go up to that person punching them in the face and smashing their glasses. Since I do not know who is doing what anyone is at risk.
For more than ten years I have not owned a TV set. And only in my childhood memories I can remember doing sloppy watching, zapping through the channels, watching MTV and other late 80’s and 90’s shows.