DREAM:
I don’t know how I got here. I’m trapped in a room made of buttons labeled with no action I wish to take.
I don’t know if these buttons actually initiate any real actions. There is no EXIT button.
So I choose one to push.
I rise with a story or idea, a song or character raging in my brain. Or it intrudes during zazen. Or wind flings it against my window like rain. It does not belong in the WIP so I put it here.