December Things

I want someone to build a device that allows you to playback a dream, thought, conversation, or experience from your mind. Obvious Inception allusions aside, I’ve had this idea since I was quite little, when my dreams were a lot more fun and I was at that age where you’re like “if I just make noises and uses my hands a lot, my story will be understood”, but it never really was. Lately, I’ve really wanted this device because I have the most poignant and concise thoughts about life and film and art and social interactions during that state where you have 1:1 clarity on all things, those brilliant moments where you’re not drowsy and you’re not wide awake. It sucks, because it’s at those exact moments when you don’t have the energy to get out of bed and create. You don’t have the capacity to remember. It just creeps away. It’s like a ghostwritten O. Henry story; Gift of the Magi II: CURSE OF THE MAGI. Or THE MAN TOO BRILLIANT TO MOVE.

Incredibly disenchanting, I know. I suppose that says something about me. Bros, I’m totally smart and have ingenious ideas right before I sleep…I just never act on them or document them cause that’s like hard work. 

Looking back, isn’t kinda sad that I’m offering my idea to someone else? “Someone build this machine for me so I can save my hand the trouble of masturbating tonight and just get off to my superior intellect: my innate, psuedo-intellectual drivel will serve as my Fleshlight. Build it myself?…I have Netflix. I can’t be bothered with bullshit like this.”

If none of this makes sense to you, it did to me.

“You know me. I’m the same as you. It’s two in the morning and I don’t know nobody.” – Johnny Hooker