I find

things changed.

But this morning I awoke from a dream of some complexity, but so dim that I could barely remember anything. Maybe, the whole dream was like that: Too dim to make out, but hinting of a greater complexity. If so, my dream was not complex, but I dreamt of complexity.

Why am I not

a Norwegian sailor?

A bookish man.

"BF94," he mutters in wonder, "that call number is new to me."