Tuesday, September 15, 2020

 I was a guy creating a SmarterChild-like application for a swanky tech company. Enduring ups and downs. Immediately I conceived of the dream as a movie, or a potential movie, and then I was scrambling to remember it and write it down on an iPad, but my notes kept overlapping each other on the screen. I wished I had one of those apps that recognizes script input with a fingertip. Then I really woke up and wrote my notes. In the reality of the room, the bed, the bedside table, faint light coming from the cracks around the air conditioner, the story didn’t seem as remarkable. But maybe it is.