oh wow, I was nearly asleep when I wrote that.
I have a metaphor-machine that never-stops in my head and it sticks to bad metaphors long after they’re useful.
I woke up this morning dreaming of an elaborate paper folding happening in the brain that was a “paper-folded proof” that Pi=3 (I was physically folding a piece of paper through several higher dimensions until I reached the precision of 3.00000—> and then measured it with a 3 dimensional ruler on the pseudo 2D folded 1/2 circle in a pseudo-1 dimensional numberline which had a pseudo-“point” of 3
The audience laughed “hahaha Pi’s never 3!” and threw me off the stage and I took my trans-dimensionally folded paper off the stage and walked off in defeat.
I have weird dreams sometimes. Also woke up to a broken stove with a bunch of messages that i have to fix it, following a trail of notes the culminated in “don’t worry about it” by the time I got to my computer on the porch.
I need to invest in more coffee. In good news, I slept for 8 hrs, which I never do.