Daydreaming, always

Running is physics. 150km in a month, after all, is still very physical. Excitement is chemistry. It is complicated. 

Pictures of mushrooms taken are physical, enjoyment in Wonderland is chemistry.

Love is simply a fantastic chemical reaction.

I am in love with both at a time. Alice knows this. 

Running with mushrooms in mind is then called daydreaming. 

This is the impact: 42km in 5 hours from recent daydreaming.

So Ratty

 

When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird.  Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.

Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors. 

We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.

What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?

Two Mushrooms

"It's Rumoured that man suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter."

"I laughed so loud yesterday."

"How could you be so sad?"

"Life is a thousand times too short; I wanted myself to spin like a ballerina, but it turned up I visualized myself only as a fat top."

"That's a bad reason to laugh."

This creative visualization, in mushroom's terms, is called little daydreams.