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September 08, 2006
"1984"
When I don't sleep well, I wake up with a vivid recall of my dreams.
After less than five hours' sleep, I grogged out of bed and immediately started mulling over this tableaux:
I'm at work, in a bright corner office with glass walls, walking one of the Big Bosses through a presentation on my iBook. The screensaver starts up during a lull: random photos of Christmas Past float and dissolve over a soft audio bed, Ken Burns-style.
"What's that music?" she asks.
"Bowie, Diamond Dogs," I reply.
She leans forward and taps the volume key until sound fills her office: overlapping percussion, 70s disco strings, glam production values.
The Big Boss pushes up from the conference table and starts to dance -- as soon as she starts to move, she's about 22 years younger and some of the flintiness falls away.
I stand to join her, and suddenly, I'm 15 years old.
Posted by Your Protagonist at September 8, 2006 12:47 PM