The Many Lives of Me
It's as though all my other possible paths are showing up now in a braided river.
I was awake at four a.m., the hour of the wolf, running an endless mental loop of failure and regrets. I eventually went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep. I entered another life where I was a photographer climbing steps onto a rooftop in the early morning sun. In the dream, I thought I needed to get back to my waking life, and then I wondered, …