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."

Thursday, March 1, 2007

. . . .


Two stills of a turtle: the driver said go to the aquarium, you're in Atlanta, you can see writers anytime. I've only just ventured across the street, but I slept with all of downtown rushing by my window. The city's haze is alight.



& with its little wagging tale.


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

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