reli[e]able signs

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."

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

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I think it's caught up to me, this trip, the winter/spring marathon term. Exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. And I'm sore. And my right wrist is wrapped. Thumb is acting up. Carpal tunnel onset? All these years working on a laptop touchpad and now that I've hooked up a mouse (a cute little mouse too, candyapple red, chrome shiny, optical) I forget to use it. Today: external keyboard adapter and a splint. Wish me well. I have a lot of typing to do this summer and regular sunup programming to resume at RS.

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Thank you:
And now, I look back on what was a contrasty, haphazard photograph and see the darkness closing in on her, a darkness from which I cannot bring her again no matter how many times I return to that negative, a negative that remains what it is until I make it something more.
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Best place to read is in water. Foot high stack of articles on The Cenci and The Cenci (again).

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