Yesterday it was the computer hutch breaking into pieces, it’s now propped up by a book, and it seems that these items of furniture now are too large to fit into the space we have available. Today the blinkin’ laptop doesn’t work.
I want my dreams! I want my dreams!
After a while, dealing with Nothing Works starts to break me down. Like, as soon as the WordPress problems ease up on me–don’t be fooled: they’re only muscling up to pounce again–the computers themselves grab torches and pitchforks and try to overthrow my reason.
I cannot say why I got out of bed this morning.
I understand very well what you are saying. The so-called tech world that was supposed to be such a benefit rarely convinces me. That same principle applies to my old worn out body .
Race you to the rubber room!
It’s taken all morning just to put up three little posts.
I think that our dreams are tied to what we are, deep inside, and that is definitely not the tech world. I’m gaining respect for the Amish, day by day.
Technology is touted as a necessary evil, but it can be used for good… when it actually works, that is. I, too, have a very compelling dreamscape. And guess what? It’s very similar to yours. And there’s no modern technology there!
Yeah, getting it to work, that’s the tricky part!
My dreamscapes are all on city streets. That’s where I feel most comfortable. I guess we love best the landscapes we grew up in.
Except my favorite ‘scapes are places that never existed… Where does that come from?
I suppose we put together bits and pieces of where we’ve been into ideal landscapes where we’ve never been. Some of the city streets — and apartments — in my dreams don’t exist in my past but have resemblances to things I’ve known. Maybe old memories lodged somewhere in my subconscious, or kaleidoscopic distortions of things I’ve seen.