The open world
I dreamt that I was talking with Michał Heller about some properties of singularities (something like: fields must have non-linear terms which are coupling in the infrared limit), but mostly I was walking somewhere in Warszawa, towards some hills, as if a sort of a mixture of castle park areas. Three young very pretty girls in a police car stopped me pro forma, but I wriggled out, walking in a nice white shirt, walking in the breath of youth. The world was open. A memory from some dream from long ago also came back, of me being “down south, across the river, near the bridge” on such a big hill, at late evening.
16.III.18, Waterloo
transl. from Polish: 17.III.23, Warszawa–Śródmieście