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."

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

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Someone please teach me how to make pdf files. Some things you can't write about here. This might be one of them.


--& "what makes a great poem"? I'm to answer in about the next six days.


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

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