"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."
week seven of eleven
And the work day started mean and fresh at five-thirty this morning with a big ol' conflagration. Not to mention I have a midterm exam today. In a class in which I'm not keeping up with the learning curve. The likes of which I haven't done in 13 years.
I discover lately I can memorize long sequences in Latin, and I don't even know Latin. Repetition: the key to trauma is also the key to memory.***
"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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