All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
Last night I dreamed of wrestling. I was like so many ants in a thimble. A friend asked if they could join me but it wouldn’t have been fair; I was so well organized. And they were an outsider; they still think we carved these temples of stone. I let them join anyway.

Last night I dreamed of wrestling. I was like so many ants in a thimble. A friend asked if they could join me but it wouldn’t have been fair; I was so well organized. And they were an outsider; they still think we carved these temples of stone. I let them join anyway.