Hello Good People
I went to bed last night, with nothing of note within my mind. I lay there and, eventually, passed into sleep. At some point, I either came up towards a semi-conscious state, or side-footed myself into the MINDHORIZON state. I was aware I was trying very hard to remember where a copy of a short story I’d written years before might be. There was a problem; I couldn’t remember the title of the story, but did recall the essential storyline and that it might be of some immediate use to me. The last thing I remember on that tract was where I might probably find it. I have a box that contains all the stories I’ve written. And that was it.
Morning. I got up knowing one task I had was to go to my box of stories and go through it, remembering the basic details of the tale. The latest literary effort was on top of the pile, and I knew the earliest would be at the bottom. Even so, I checked out each title. Sure enough, the last labelled envelope, at the bottom of the pile, contained what I was looking for: the short story ‘SLEEPER’.
And the why of all of this? The storyline has a certain echo of what I’m set to write: MINDHORIZON.
Weird or what?