We live parallel lives. He is a poet, I am a computer engineer. He thinks of philosophy, nature and love, I think of hardware, software and debugging. I go to the gym, he takes long walks. He treasures a fountain pen, I a laptop computer. His friends are arty alternatives, mine are geeky misfits. I am concerned about tax rates, mortgage rates, holidays and return on investment, he about social justice, global warming and the numinous. He lives for a better world, I live in a virtual world. He weeps, I anesthesiate. He is the dreamer. I am the dream.