Monday, January 28, 2008

Recurring dreams of strange vehicles, inexplicably depopulated suburbs, labyrinthine interiors, forgotten monuments, amnesiac voyages between transitory cities, exquisite squalor, the bittersweet promise of decay.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Were the sheets sticky when you woke up?

Anonymous said...

Sounds like the dreamscapes I've explored since I was a small child.

richelle said...

dark friend, take my hand...we are the undead...

Mac said...

Anon.--

Were the sheets sticky when you woke up?

Nope. Next question...

Anonfan--

I'll have keep an eye out for you!

Richelle--

The undead? I sure hope not!

Anonymous said...

Mac -- I'll have what you're having. (It's the smoke, right?)

richelle said...

I was joking about the undead. But it did seem to fit the mood.