I wanted to write about dreams or something.  I woke up in the middle of a night with a revelation that I couldn't muster the energy to get out of bed to pen down.

My dreams, these days, mirror whatever podcast is embedded in my ear at any given time in the night.  Last night I was listening to 'Everything is Alive'.  It's a great podcast, but if you listen to a lot of them in a row they can really bleed into each other.

The conceit is in the title.  Objects are being interviewed.  They are individual, they are named, and they answer questions from the perspective of the object.  It's quite entertaining, and I feel a strange affinity towards the objects being interviewed.

I mean, at our core, deep down, we're what we consider 'inanimate'.  The building blocks that make us up are 'inanimate' but all working together in concert, they make us, us.

So far, I've thought I'd be good friends with a Lamp, a Balloon and a grain of Sand.