Posthuman Blues

Dreams have their own geography. Not merely a participatory sense of place, but a palpable topology . . . an underlying spatial structure that challenges dogmatic concepts of "reality." As I revisit the locales in my psyche, I'm tempted to ascribe them to genuine places only half-seen (if at all) while waking.

Our "normal" lives are flimsy, incomplete. We should fully engage the dreaming self instead of denying or deriding it; illusions are endemic to perception -- sleeping, waking or inhabiting that barely remembered interzone that straddles the border.