imaginary_conversations epitome of incomprehensibility I said to myself "Yay, I managed to make a honey-mustard vinaigrette" (for a salad with shredded carrots and stuff) and *immediately* imagined Morgan from the theatre group laughing and saying, "I don't understand honey mustard as a concept" because she was surprised once that I ordered honey-mustard sauce at Subway and I don't know whether it's that particular honey mustard that she doesn't like, or all honey combined with mustard, or just the flavour combined with other things but this apparently warranted her showing up in my tired thoughts and commenting. Like people in dreams. How you imagine them vs. how they might imagine themselves. (tags: the persistence of memory, the impenetrability of selfhood, honey mustard) 250430 what's it to you? who go blather from