by Bec Fary

“After talking to everybody too long and too loudly and way too much to drink, I went into a back room to lie down for a while. When I awoke I saw that I’d slept the whole night…

‘How did I get here?’ I asked, thinking about the drunken party. The man said nothing and the woman looked down. Very little was explained.

It took me more than a week to deduce from the evidence around me that everything before my waking up was a dream and everything afterward was reality.”

Robert M. Pirsig, from ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’