The other week I dreamnt -
I'm back in my childhood hometown after a long absence, and I stop by to visit my one childhood friend's (second wave feminist) mother.
And, as I walk into her living room with the big potted plants and the smell of cigarette smoke and patchouli, somehow she knows I'm coming, and she's starting a meditation, and I'm on the couch with my eyes closed as she delicately sings, "Changing times, changing places...", and suddenly I know that even if you always stay in the same place, still things change, and that change is the rule of life for everyone.
And then, I wake up.
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