52/186-187: Diminish
Aug. 14th, 2025 04:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI keep forgetting what I was going to say. But seeing that I forget most stuff these days, why wouldn't I? One thing I do remember is that we're going to get two mild days Sunday and Monday, with highs of only 88, and nocturnal lows of only 59 and 61, respectively. This was a pleasant surprise to discover in the forecast, as only a short time ago it was expected to be quite hot. But an atmospheric river has formed that will bring rain to the Pacific Northwest, and our unexpected moderation is an adjunct of that system. There will still be some triple-digit highs soon, but they won't arrive until late this week. And who knows, maybe another atmospheric river will form and they won't arrive at all. I mean they probably will, but it's pleasant to fantasize about the alternative.
Lately I've been doing a lot of fantasizing. My brain has come to prefer dwelling in a counterfactual world. I suspect that mine is not the only one to have developed such a preference. But, alas, my memory for fantasy is now as poor as my memory for reality, so I don't get to dwell in my fantasies for very long. Once I might have found them a fertile source of ideas for writing, but those days are long past. I can't seem to hold on to a thought long enough to make anything of it. Waking imagination thus becomes lost, just like my dreams. The distinction between sleeping and waking is diminished. Perhaps it will vanish altogether one day. Maybe that's what I need.
Lately I've been doing a lot of fantasizing. My brain has come to prefer dwelling in a counterfactual world. I suspect that mine is not the only one to have developed such a preference. But, alas, my memory for fantasy is now as poor as my memory for reality, so I don't get to dwell in my fantasies for very long. Once I might have found them a fertile source of ideas for writing, but those days are long past. I can't seem to hold on to a thought long enough to make anything of it. Waking imagination thus becomes lost, just like my dreams. The distinction between sleeping and waking is diminished. Perhaps it will vanish altogether one day. Maybe that's what I need.
