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."

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

nineteen fifteen-minute final conferences with intro to lit kicking off at eight a.m.


In the office where the draft around my legs has me wrapped in a blanket and shawl and where the cold keeps lulling me to sleep to sleep. But the tea is nearly cool enough to sip. Will we get sun today you think? Too dark out yet to tell.


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

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


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