here is a life plan from Julie Neidlinger.
My plan is somewhere lost in abstracts, or a decommissioned dimension. It doesn’t buy groceries or dentist visits or thinks past age 40. It seems real and concrete somewhere between midnight and 1 a.m., or when I’m laughing with my friend and tomorrow doesn’t exist. Five minutes from now catches me off guard, or the brief bit of conversation that turns everything upside down.
sounds intriguing.