After having seen Alice in Wonderland 3D during the weekend (and visual effects aside, imo it was quite boring) and having had quite unusual, illogical conversations with Min about my alligator's alligator, his god, his dog, both of their tails (or were they tales?), an impromptu Myers-Brigg personality test I was subjected to (after which I was deemed an IFTP (or something like that) by Min), sentences we said which did not follow each other's previous propositions, and considering the necessity of immediate recursiveness in conversation inside this hardly-followable exchange of words, I had a slight stroke of considering that I was indeed in a dream, or at least kind of thinking in a surreal manner... like the melting clocks or the flying lion on one of those paintings I don't know the name to.
Anyway, that is not my motivation to write right now. It was a startup point, sure, but not my real reason to write. Why am I writing? I'm not entirely sure. I have feelings which I wish I could dismiss with a flick of my mind, but have not been able up until now.
*Interrupted by leaving the office and going home last night a few hours after midnight*
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