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."

Saturday, March 14, 2009

winter: week ten



Last day of exams. The day I look around and see the plants are dying, the laundry is eating the dining room table, the fridge is chilling weeks-old leftovers and a carcass or two, and I have been living on diet soda again. Rom doesn't want to go near his litter box. I don't blame him.

I'm stuck on the sun lighting up the green glass bottles in the window. I'm afraid I might not move from here again.


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

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


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