After dreaming he has died on the moon, Tom drifts through an afterlife of dwindling sight, memory, and desire. A meditation on consciousness, family, creativity, and the surprising possibility that the end of awareness may arrive not with terror, but with acceptance.

Dictated using JustPressRecord on iPad (in bed) Let me get this down. It’s 2:34 in the morning and I would prefer to just go back to sleep after a somehow very satisfying though awful dream, but I’m waking myself up enough to dictate this. I’m in

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I was on a business trip in a foreign, icy land with my development team. Our manager, Steve, was with us—Steve Blackamore, that micro-managing, frustrating boss from my last job. We’ve had days of back-to-back seminars. At every break, Steve has asked if I’d

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What an exciting dream. My best friend and his wife running a small commune for actors in the middle of New York City. Operating out of a sprawling house on a piece of land that would be small in the suburbs or country, but is large here. People coming and

This version taken from Jack and Ray. Dear Rob—Last night I had an adventure dream featuring you and me and your two friends, Alex and George. In the first part, it was just you and I. We had decided to reprise a favorite activity of our teenage years: breaking

This version taken from Jack and Ray. Dear Rob—Last night I had an adventure dream featuring you and me and your two friends, Alex and George. In the first part, it was just you and I. We had decided to reprise a favorite activity of our teenage years: breaking