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, October 11, 2006

. . .

Four o'clock now and off to the office. H says: I love the Gina Franco fashion show in the morning.

Glad it's fun for somebody.


Yeah baby threw the golden raisins in. We're always eating, my kind and yours, right? Right.


No. Just no.


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

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


live flowers