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"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."

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Making ready for the hometown trip, the mine tour, the old places.

I'm nervous, dreaming badly. Morenci is strange and I don't go back often. I'll bring back pictures for you. For me. Am working through the Inferno again thinking of the concentric circles of the open pit, and reading Paracelsus, "On the Miners' Sickness." Much work to do.

And fire:

[Neighborhood #2 (Laika, The Arcade Fire)]
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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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