"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, August 7, 2006
week nine
Northern New Mexico, utterly beautiful. Woke to birds and the sound of wind in the pine outside the door. I can smell the pine from here. Las Vegas and heading your way Colorado. Expect to hear from me.
