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."

Monday, July 14, 2008

summer: week six


Joseph Massey (floating into the Facebook chat box in front of me as I logged in): "Are you a monk now or what?"

To which--because he was no longer online and my return message blinked and flashed a configuration error window--I have said nothing.



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

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