Home to sleep, perchance to dream
Sleep is eluding me on this trip despite the fact that I am more relaxed than ever. It’s a mystery. I lay here in the stillness of the night listening to the mosquito buzz in my ear. At 4:30 am you can’t get coffee anywhere in San Francisco. Damn. No dreams only the waking thoughts that intersect – I’m here at this conference, it’s the first one in a long time that has me intrigued. It’s as if the dreams I have had for my real working life are all crystallized here in what this company is doing – the cab driver said to me, “This conference is always so big, it reminds me of Microsoft’s conferences in the 90s.” You gotta love these cab drivers in San Francisco – poets, writers, artists.