Ok, so i had a "sorabji-fest" dream. Strange and vivid. We were getting together by this lake, we were in the pacific nw, the lake was beautiful, clear, amongst tall pines and redwoods, a park ranger pointed out the fish......one by one, as everyone arrived, i was taking a mental roster. There were those whose faces i knew, those whom i didn't know......margret was one of the first recognizable faces. we smiled, and sorta said a tacit hello, we breezed by each other and on to the next person. thats the way everything moved. I don't really remember talking with anyone else, other than, nate, when he walked in. He was shorter than i thought, more chubby than i suspect he is in reality, shaved head with bleached roots. He came in, everyone sorta knew who he was, we chatted for a moment, but again it was this weird tacit conversation, all the motions, but nothing directly said. At one point or another i looked around the room, a few were talking, but for the most part, everyone was just looking at each other, all those words spoken digitally running through our heads....we seemed to be asking ourselves, who the hell are these people and why am I here....this seems liked a forced social,
all that time talking electronically, we had nothing to say in person.....the lake was beautiful though..
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