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, August 11, 2008

summer: week ten


Leaving Tucson early tomorrow for Del Rio, TX. My web connection will be sporadic--from the library or the pawnshop or the cafe, if the cafe is still there--for the next couple of weeks till I drive back north to Galesburg, IL where my desk is and plug in again. I'll keep thinking through the "so are you a monk now or what?" thread and post as I can. Send me good travel vibes, if you think of me at all. I'm not equipped to deal with another blowout. I know. I should do something about that.


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

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