Originally posted here on January 24, 2009.
There is no mention of the walk you just took, on your itinerary for the day. And it is just as well that you do not have a secretary, because she would’ve had a headache. “Oh what is this now?” She would wonder.
You never knew that road led to the bakery, and you never knew you craved for croissants today.
And to be very frank there is no itinerary as well. I mean, it is just a day. There are only so many things you can do. And those do not require entries in a diary.
Yes, the walk. Full east. If you walk down the stairs, out the gate, turn left and turn left again, you are walking dead east. It is just as well that you chose to walk in the evening. Not that you chose much. You just walked. Like Forrest had this urge once, you just felt like walking.
A nice lunch was the start, followed by the bookstore. That was never in the list either. Yet, it was there, and there it was that you went. You read a book, but you bought another.
Coffee to dispel the dream, thought you. But it was the coffee that was the dream, too. Not on the to-do either. As was not the lunch. As was not the bookstore. As was not the book. As was not the walk.
Ah, the walk. Why east, you ask? The evening sun makes your shadow lead you. You have been in the dream long enough. Let the shadow lead you. Ah, is that music? hmm. Yes. I know those notes. Even in a dream.
And where does the shadow lead you to? It leads you to the dream. The dream where there is a shadow, to lead you to the dream.
