Truth, Dreams, and Presence in the Old Earth (2nd September Journal)
Dreams of TensionThe night carried vivid dreams. I saw Maya again, felt the conflict rise, and heard words exchanged that cut deep. Even in dreamscape, the old ties stir. I asked myself on waking: what is it I truly seek from her that I cannot give myself? The dream left me unsettled but reflective. Morning […]
Forging Alone, Echoes of the Old Earth, and the Call of SHM 1st September (written 2nd September)
In the AirSleep was light, almost absent. I wasn’t going to eat, but sitting in business class, the curry looked too good to resist. Noon passed quickly. I put on a film about Richard Burton — the Welsh actor. His story struck me. Without his mentor, he might never have pulled himself from the weight […]