The Mind The mind is a hotel with a thousand rooms. When I tilt my head a certain way, I think about certain things. When I tilt my head another way, I think about other things. If I sleep on the right side of my face, for example, Id dream of a pale rose, the future, or a continental diner in Passaic, New Jersey. When I sleep on the left side of my face, Id dream that a hand is squeezing my heart, that Im in prison, or that Im watching hockey at an airport bar, about to miss a flight.
