This morning I dreamt I was on a beach that I’ve been to many times in my unconscious. I had been there overnight because I was working on my book. I had a flash of insight into how to explain the relationship between economic production and human reproduction, and needed just a bit longer.
I remember walking across the broad, open landscape and thinking, yes, here I am at home.
Night came and brought a storm, snow, and wind to the beach. In the morning the table I had been working at was buried in the sand. As I started to walk back to find a different place to work I looked around and realized that all the places that I had thought were far apart from one another actually converged here.