January 17, 2017

In the dream, I am sitting in a small apartment looking at an old radio from the 1970s. I stare at it closely examining its features. I consider when it was made, where it was made, how it was made, the impact it had on society at the time, the impact it had on the family who bought it. I question why does someone have it still 40 years later. It’s so old, I say to myself. Yet to them it wouldn’t feel that way because it’s just been with them for so long.

I don’t want to be attached to something old like that, I say to myself.

I don’t want to carry around a 40 year old radio.

The apartment and the stereo belongs to JC and he really likes it and takes pride in it. I feel sorry for him that he feels so happy with something so old. And there is no way to tell him, not really, that he is stuck in the past. So I just turn away and occupy myself with something else.