Odd sort that I am, I practice a kind of voluntary and intentional dissociation in everyday life (call it day-dreaming) as a device for seeing the familiar in unfamiliar ways.
Many story-tellers and writers use such a “lens” to view the mundane events and details of an otherwise bland existence and extract from them the shapes and colors that make for a good tale.
And so yesterday, when offered nitrous oxide by the dentist for a long procedure, I said yes–for only the second time ever. The reasons were both practical and profound. I will explain.
Read More (at LU&E) and see the selfie from the dentist chair.Â
Sorry link broken. Somebody hacked my other site and the backup process lost some posts, including this one. I freaking give up.
