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, June 19, 2008

Joplin, Missouri, westward


Hotel bathroom, florescent light, and the mole has changed, has lifted the spread of its chocolate stain from the flat elliptical rose it was, paling it flesh, stretching upward, probing new space with new black skin. Remarkable. My life will now change.


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

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


live flowers