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."

Friday, February 16, 2007

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Light rakes across the snow. The wind filled in yesterday's footprints to the street, and I'd have missed it if I hadn't looked out the back window when I did. The neighbors still leave their cats crying in the cold, negative 6 degrees now. I made a phone call about it to animal authorities but no. Romulus paces and cries with them.


Just to say I really miss the Jordan and Ali photograph production at Flickr and the robot. Whahappened?


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

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