"out of insecurity"
"that being said"
"you don't have to prove anything to anyone"
"i got some black in me, I'll fuck a bitch up"
"she's not stupid, and she works in finance"
Those were the few phrases I heard late afternoon, while sitting in a downtown LA bar yesterday as two middle aged women raged on about relationships. It seems one of them was in a revolving door situation, and she mostly remained quiet. The married one, without any loss of words and an unsettling bravado. A natural, one might say.
Much later that night, I watched Satoshi Kon's 2006 anime masterwork PAPRIKA.
Throughout the day, starting as early as my first coffee run, I was told that I looked like someone. This happened a total of 9 times yesterday. The people of said doppelgänger lineage, a bewildering and confusing range.
All these things coalesced into one hellish nightmare with a pedantic, but truthful message. Acoustically all those phrases above made entrances. The rest is too personal and solipsistic to dictate here but I did wake up with a profound insight into my recent life.
We are all fragments of what happens to us, and in reverse, we are also the producers of such happenings. No separation exists within the dream and the awake. They are the same expression. They are like the head and the body, a singular unit.