novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- art grows here it's not just me, other people do this too. 1] they are starting again but this time i can remember colors. yellow. and a cast of more than just you and me, and i don't know what this means. there are identifiable pockets in the dreams, spots i can easily pick out (from over the years) as signifiers. 2] while the receptionist was on break i sat at his desk. i saw a postcard i dreamed about two years ago. i remembered my thoughts about its placement. something like: "i wonder why he keeps that, it advertises an art show that ended last month. he has it in a pile under some pens so it's not like he's keeping it for the picture." (the picture is a distorted filter color contact print of two women in black calf-length skirts walking barefoot through shadowed woods. their backs are to the camera, their hair is down. it looks like a still from an independent film.) 1,000] i can never tell what dreams mean but sometimes patches come true later on. they always seem so inconsequential but i can tell i had another one last night. 1:27 pm - 04.28.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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