I take melatonin every night to sleep.
One of its side effects is lurid dreams, which are quite disturbing for a man of piety.
I’m having a lot of dreams of late about visiting New York.
I see myself walking up long stairwells to visit someone’s apartment. I see myself going to shul. I see myself pushing my way through crowded streets. I see myself hanging out with great writers and providing Daphne Merkin the solace that no therapist can legally provide.
I’ve only been in New York once. It was August 1994 when I was a good looking chap and lucky enough to have an older woman (by about five years) pay my way for three weeks.
