i sleepwalked to school for a morning class and was not able to think straight because of a massive headache. the top floor of the school feels like the waiting room of a dentist. it smells like one too. on the walls there are three or four posters of famous movies. as i was waiting to enter my class, i kind of blanked - staring at mel gibson looking back at me with his trademark mad eyes.
every man dies, not every man really lives
it said, behind mel's left shoulder. i read and repeated in the blur my head was. it is fascinating how hardly anything can sound impressive and glorious when you are tired.
i guess... sleepheart, really...that's me.
p.s. btw...allegedly, we almost had a coup d'etat in the country a couple of days ago. i asked my students what they knew about this and they did not seem to care that much. they sounded as affected by the news as i would be by some impossibly lengthy explanation on quantum theory. no allende around here any time soon - i am afraid...