"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."
postcard: Joplin, Missouri, Thanksgiving Day
A series of self portraits: Rom and I in the bathroom of a Baymont Inn, me after four days on a monk's schedule and a full day on the road. Romulus too. We both look a little crazed. We are. ***
"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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