| you are all just things in the red king's dream, she said |
[Jan. 29th, 2014|08:51 pm] |
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| | the antlers - hospice | ] |
your dreams still follow story lines, like fictions you would make
in the beginning...
but of course we never see the beginning. we come in the middle, after the lights have gone down, and try to make some sense of the story so far. whisper to our neighbours: "who's he? who's she? have they met each other before?"
we get by.
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never mind. we have seen stranger things in dreams; and fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblances of structure. they are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them. |
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