We nocturnals live in a deeper world than most, an imaginarium we reveal to few during the daylight, a hidden stream lived out in private moments. So in that spirit, here’s a recent hit from my soul-stash to yours to tide you over until I publish my forthcoming article on the swelling male crisis in the West. Dreams enliven us, and on this potluck of bachelorhood crotchets I’ll probably publish these as they come to me. Continue reading “Dreamflash #1” →