an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Monday, June 13, 2005

If possible, beach

weary and sunburned beyond regret. But God I needed Mexico. I'll post photos soon so you can see what fishes I saw on my early morning runs.

I'm back in the desert folks. Anybody in AZ who wants to have coffee or tequila, write. I'm listening...

(Dearest Jim: I won't leave the state without seeing you--iPod or no. Call me again with a number? Lovelovelove, g.)

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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