þriðjudagur, desember 13, 2011


Recent dreams:
  • The great whale, after museum hours, gets to swim languorously, carefully, about the exhibit hall.
  • Glass shards in my soles. I hate that. I would have thought my calluses would have protected me, horny like hooves.
What do dreams like that say? Perhaps I am a Danish mermaid.

Meanwhile, his furred ears flick about, his feet (free of glass) and his muzzle twitch, his flanks quiver. I can see the white of his upward-facing eye, but I cannot say what he sees.

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Rouchswalwe sagði...

Ah, he sees possibilities.

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