I do it even in my sleep. I’m quite proud of this, I just can’t help it.
Yesterday I was reviewing some photos I took in Ireland.
This morning before I woke I dreamed I visited Quinn Abbey and had dinner with the Abbess.
We ate curried potato and drank mead.
I found myself gazing into her eyes as she into mine, and I awoke as I realised that when you stare into the Abbess, the Abbess stares into you.
I had a Nietzsche to scratch.