Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
The Sandman Cometh
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
Odd dreams recently. Last night I tried to clean out my braces and accidentally broke them off my teeth. (In real life, I have no braces. I did, for a few years, in high school.)
A few nights ago, I dreamt something more disturbing: I attacked and killed an elephant. I shot it with a gun, but it did not die, so I used knives and my bare hands to kill it.
What the?
In real life,
- My favorite Indian god is Ganesha, the elephant-headed one.
- I fear the growing power of various Republicans.
- When I was about nine, I read "Shooting an Elephant".
- I was menstruating.
