Seeing All the Angles

For years, I’ve fallen asleep to the evolution of dimensions: a dot, then a line, then a square, then a cube, then a tesseract. Not necessarily the last thoughts before sleep but a constant marker of the liminal space between duvet and dream.

And at some point, I realised not only are there several three-dimensional projections of a tesseract but the one I pictured predicted how the next day would go.

Last night I got as far as a cube and couldn’t go on.

Some people will say it’s just superstition, but I’m staying in bed until the screaming stops.