All I Know Is It Was 3-75 For a Dandelion and Burdock

Strangeness Seeing the play of the book I hadn't read Ocean at the End of the Lane I've read no Neil Gaiman (though when I was 19 my then boyfriend went to a book signing and said I'd bought the book for him, so Neil inscribed it to me, wrote something pretty and did a full page drawing of what he imagined I looked like - fairly accurate too) Last night I wrote "memories mix with imagination" and it was coincidentally in the play A few other bits I've said were in there... maybe I'm unoriginal, maybe Neil and I are on the same wavelength So much tears at the edges and offers glimpses of the periphery But we all choose to plod on, not getting caught up in the 'is the sky the sky' nonsense Let my brain wander... what have I got that's better than sky/sky thinking... What about all doubled conundrums? Glass/glass? Air/air? Face/face? Think about it - glass/glass thinking. Visually transparent yet brittle. Seeing clearly but keeping well back out of harm's way... there's no repair on that. An amazing gift, kept shelved... Sort out the rest in your head