Go to sleep, everything is alright.

I'm finding it increasingly harder--harder and harder--to differentiate between reality and dreams. It's troubling in a non-crazy way. I swear, completely non-crazy. It just makes memory recall, a bitch. It must be the stress of my day-to-day life. Not stress, like stress, but stress as a static fluidity to my schedule. First came the vacation and then the next term and then vacation again and then again another term and then again the vacation. It was like a train going in and out of tunnels. Term, vacation; tunnel, out; noise, stop. The constant media inputs do not help. They make all the dreams that much worse. It's like a repeat of my day. But the realization of this only comes at the dawn. Like two different versions of the same thing, a troubling rashomon of my past. There are the events as they really happened; there are the events as I remember them, and; there are the events as I dream them. The first two are to be expected. The object and the subject of everyday occurrence that all experience. But in the third--a terrifying simulacra exists. This unreal representation is standard discourse to start, the seams are visible, I can see the strings, but as I move farther away, I fall into this artifice of eternity. The line between the mirror and mirrored becomes increasingly blurred as certain details of the simulacrum attach themselves to eidetic. And frequently, as a result, I find myself asking, Did this really happen? or, Did I dream it? It's usually just the small things. I try not to fret the small things. But what if everything is small. And what if I like the dream version better? Its too bad all these things can only happen in my dreams, only in dreams, in beautiful dreams.

Weekly Wikipedia Find: Legendary

Legendary is a wonderful word. Despite already being a Neil Patrick Harris catchphrase on the underrated post-millennial sitcom How I Met Your Mother and meaning "pertaining to legends," it has a third, equally awesome use. That is, it refers to a literary collection of legends. This collection, also known as legendarium, originally referred to, like hagiography, to texts studying the lives of saints. This can coalesce beautifully into an artificial (or modern) mythopoeia. I'm really enamoured of this idea of mythologies created around stories (i.e. an in-depth, never fully explained backstory) and may just have to start a series centred around the idea here on The Genius Defines.

Wikipedia by Week

Week Twenty-Four: Ostern
Week Twenty-Three: Kilroy was here
Week Twenty-Two: Jack Parsons
Week Twenty-One: The Wold Newton Universe
Week Twenty: Anonymous
Week Nineteen: Monty Hall problem
Week Eighteen: Brown Booby
Week Seventeen: Dieter Dengler
Week Sixteen: New Jerusalem
Week Fifteen: Technological Singularity
Week Fourteen: Numbers Station
Week Thirteen: Culper Ring
Week Twelve: Mary Sue
Week Eleven: Byford dolphin diving bell accident
Week Ten: Deep-sea gigantism
Week Nine: Bloop
Week Eight: Rat king
Week Seven: Gustave Doré
Week Six: Tomorrow
Week Five: Borscht Belt
Week Four: Swampman
Week Three: Chinese room
Week Two: Ambrose Burnside
Week One: Lolita fashion

Life Review: TTC

She Said,

"So you never take the TTC? You walk everywhere? What if you had to go to Scarborough? How would you get there? The bus to Scarborough. Would you finally take the bus then?"

Actual Response:

"Why would I ever need to go to Scarborough?"

Ideal Response:

"So when are you going to invite me to Scarborough?"

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If only real life had mulligans.