dream: I’m walking down a pathway, busy thinking
about something or other, barely noticing that my nose is bleeding,
and making lines on my pants. Hang on. I’m on camp. I don’t have any
other pants. Well, the pattern it’s making almost looks bearable –
maybe I’ll manage.
Later, I’m walking outside somewhere, chatting to some friends when
I notice some Cisco switches embedded in the cliff-face next to
me. That old 2916 we had sitting around at work, for instance. What’s