I've always liked movies about imagined realities, particularly collectively imagined. You know, in the vein of Matrix or Thirteenth Floor or Dark City. Between the Inception viewing, the Radiolab episode about perceptions of time and various weird events that that keep occurring the past few weeks, I feel like I'm on the brink of formulating some sort of idea about something. But I'm not there yet. It is a consolation that it took Christopher Nolan nearly ten years to work out the screenplay for Inception. I am envious of those people who have razor-sharp reasoning or analytical abilities. It is highly inconvenient having a mind that sometimes feels like mush.