I’m in a hammock on a beach, blue sky above, white sand below, and a salty ocean lightly lapping on the shore a few metres away. The hammock is strung up between towering redwood trees, and in the not-too-far distance is a mountain range with moose and bison rummaging throughout. For now, I’m just hanging with a book for a class that’s all about something I’m very specifically interested in. Don’t know exactly what, maybe it’s a seminar on some Stephen King book(s), maybe it’s Maybelline, who knows, but it’s something that you don’t see in a lot of classes – something a little bit more populist, for lack of a better term, if not commercial. Not that I don’t enjoy a lot of books I read for class, but in both Film and English, I love looking at texts that a lot of people write off; I like being a people’s academic, not to be too grandiose about it, but I am the salt of the Earth, and what I think is very important and interesting and everyone loves to hear what I have to say. This is my ideal world, so this is the way the world spins here! I have my own orchestra a little ways over on the beach, performing live music scores for me to listen to while a swing in my hammock, reading, vibing. A moose walks by, antlers like tree branches, and a small monkey swings on them. He speaks with a calming voice, and he begins to read my book to me while I mount the moose and ride along the water, into the trees, into the mountains. I usually read my books myself, I love flipping the page, but nothing beats riding a moose through this fantastic land while a small monkey sits in a cradle of antlers, reading me my book.
