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, April 30, 2009

anew i


Got tired of clunking away with the little shutters letting in so much noise, with powershut. With the light fight. And I couldn't bear to bring the struggle here for you to see. I started to feel sad about exposing the sorrow in it. So when the tax lady surprised me I thought time for a new view, the one I've been eying for a couple of years now, the beauty. Maybe you will see no difference. But the difference is phenomenal.


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

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