As a temporal semanticist, I believe in possible worlds. This simply means that anything could be possible from the point in time called "Now" onward. This is called the branching-future-hypothesis. There exists plenty of different possibilities for the future.
And I somehow don't like how this future is turning out, at least, for the time being.
My activity line is getting more and more subdued.
I miss the pressure.
Again, the symptoms of a workaholic.
I did some stuff that marked closure of the semester.
I submitted my grades the other day. I copied my files to my re-writable CD and emptied my folder, ready for the incoming semester. I also returned all the books that I don't need anymore. I cleaned my desk and put up a new calendar for the new year.
New people have come to the department. And people who have gone have come back.
A newly-hired syntactician came to the department, and started setting up his office. The professor on sabbatical came back from Japan, and another professor on course-reduction just came back from Mexico after doing his fieldwork.
He just walked in my open office offering me his home-made cookies, accomplishing the feat with a simple one-word sentence:
And I got up and accepted a piece, accomplishing the feat with another one-word sentence:
Yesterday, I had a weird dream. I cannot say that it was a nightmare, but I seem to be located somewhere in Japan or the Philippines. My recent dreams include Osaka or Manila somehow, which is weird. It was dark, it seems to be a corner street, my family was trailing behind me, and then I see my best friend, and his brother, but I don't come up and acknowledge him. Weird. I act as if I don't know him, and instead, I laugh hard. Dracula-like. My family starts to think I am crazy. My best friend's little brother then comments that I may have a mental condition. Then I get 2 feet away from my best friend and laugh real hard I almost choke on my saliva.
Then I woke up and realized that it was just a dream.
Before I go, let me share my third photo from my Telephone Series. Maybe I will dream that I will get sucked into these holes and be transported in some other quantal plane.