Different than before

I've mentioned before that I'm a huge fan of Neil Gaiman, particularly The Sandman.

There's a sequence in The Dolls House when the barriers between the dreams of a group of people of are shattered and all the disparate dreams begin to intertwine. Clumsy words for such a beautifully portrayed scene and the simple idea that all our dreams a separated by emphemeral walls which could be swept away if only we knew how. And one character at least seems to embody the notion that perhaps the natural state of our dreams is not as the individual fragments we perceive them to be.

I'd probably try to a draw a meandering parallel between those fragmented dreams and my own life, but strangely I'm not in a mood for that right now. However, I do believe my life has become a series of fragments. Not recently, but over the course of time, and largely through my own fault. The moments of my life that seem to have most meaning I seem to encounter but fleetingly and in oft distant places. Or at least places distant from where I seem to have condemned myself to spend my days. Living for a moment here and a moment there is a poor way to spend a life. My life at that.

So this is my resolution for this year. To gather the pieces of my life together again. To tend them and mend them. Stitch them together into something that makes sense to me again.

And no, I don't know how to accomplish any of this, or if even it's a wise thing to do.

And that's probably just as well.