This was originally published in my newsletter. All my life I’ve been tantalised by little wisps of dreams. Whether these dreams belong to me or to others is hard to discern, but they arise and tempt me all the same. I could live here, or there. I could be this kind of person, or that. I could marry this person, or not. While the wisps stir a powerful yearning, they tend to be ambiguous with their imagery and narrative.
