reli[e]able signs

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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, May 3, 2006

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I don't know. Maybe it is finished. What a thing to say: it is finished. I'm not saving worlds here. Not saying that.

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Maybe the longest weeks are the ones you can't re-member, however committed you've been to re-membering. They are long and lost. Move on.

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from the Annunciation notebook, May 3, 2003, Ithaca, NY, 7:45 a.m.
And to whom?
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The gorgeous convenience of Squidoo (wasn't I just asking for squid a few days back?) is also the end of me actually visiting you. Should I choose, I've got a lens-baby that lets me see what's going on at your place without knocking on your door. Well, I haven't really. I haven't made those arrangements yet. But I might. And then what will you do? Do it back?

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


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