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."

Saturday, December 30, 2006

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On the road again tomorrow going north. Back to the middle country, twenty some hours from the driveway. I'll check in with you before midnight to celebrate the new year. I'll be the one in a hotel room somewhere in Oklahoma, okay? If I miss you, kiss somebody for me.


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

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


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