This is the text of Item 10. It makes me glad to think that in three days there will never again be grounds for a blog post title such as the one above. I am proud to have helped make history, however minor my one vote contribution.
The Right Honourable Stephen Harper
House of Commons Ottawa,
Ontario Canada
K1A 0A6
Awake for at least two hours. Sense of turmoil. Spent time in bed trying to understand what is taking place.
First came a dream of which I only have fragments, the final frames before I awoke. The image is that of a wide curved bridge across a chasm. There is a person running across the bridge toward the viewer. The viewer is high above the bridge so that the curve of it is visible as is the whiteness of the concrete from which it is constructed. I thought the person who is running is me but I am now uncertain of that. It is possible it is someone else, perhaps a female figure.
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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I became lost on the way to the meeting. We arranged to meet in Chelsea, a town just north of one of Gargantua’s major facilities, a location I had visited many times before by both car, and bicycle. I felt confident of being able to get there without difficulty. Over confident. The route required only one left turn followed by two rights. No problem.
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