Another dream
I am sitting in my cubicle at work.
Everything is sort of overly sharp and flourescently lit. No one else is in the office.
Everything is also happening a bit slowly.
I am reading Livejournal on my computer.
There is a survey going around. I am reading the questions.
The question I am reading is this:
"What is your favorite kind of soda?"
I say to myself:
"Hmmmm."
I am pondering, you see. I think to myself:
"The more I think about it, I have become awfully fond of that new Cherry Coke Zero."
But I feel the matter needs more thought before I commit to typing. It occurs to me:
"Cherry Coke Zero is actually a very new product. Perhaps you are just caught up in the initial rush of excitement that new products sometimes cause. Are you sure you really think it deserves to be considered the greatest soda of all time?"
I ponder it a bit more, staring at the screen.
Then I wake up.
Everything is sort of overly sharp and flourescently lit. No one else is in the office.
Everything is also happening a bit slowly.
I am reading Livejournal on my computer.
There is a survey going around. I am reading the questions.
The question I am reading is this:
"What is your favorite kind of soda?"
I say to myself:
"Hmmmm."
I am pondering, you see. I think to myself:
"The more I think about it, I have become awfully fond of that new Cherry Coke Zero."
But I feel the matter needs more thought before I commit to typing. It occurs to me:
"Cherry Coke Zero is actually a very new product. Perhaps you are just caught up in the initial rush of excitement that new products sometimes cause. Are you sure you really think it deserves to be considered the greatest soda of all time?"
I ponder it a bit more, staring at the screen.
Then I wake up.