First thoughts upon waking.

The knowledge that comes to you in a dream - from whence does that information spring? Could it be a filter of the world that is unconscious while awake, then becomes consciously foregrounded while asleep? How is it that I seem to learn things from my dreams? I'm not talking "oh I learn that I'm anxious about X or Y event." Rather, say, a fact about an artist, details about a historical figure, or some piece of information that a friend has kept from you. And it's not a regular occurrence but I could believe that this happens more often to some others. Probably we catch a whole lot more in passing than we can account for.

Video of the Chamblin Bookmine

Wow. Here's a video of the Chamblin Bookmine, a used-book store of epic proportions in Jacksonville, Florida. I would love to wile away my time there. It's difficult for me even to limit my Idle Time visits to an hour - and Idle Time Books is many, many times smaller than this place looks to be.

The aisles of the Chamblin Bookmine remind me a little bit of the "Five and a Half Minute Hallway" from Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves. Eerie, almost otherworldly... A hallway that knows not the bounds of physical bounds nor human perception. The Borges quote inserted into the video doesn't exactly interfere with that strangeness, either.