"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."
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Happy birthday to me.
Gonna take my legs for a test run. It's been awhile--too long to expect more than a crawl--but it's also been ten years since I last ran in the desert on my birthday. So here goes...
