Dreams
Also, yesterday people were talking about dreams over coffee, talkin' about how they dreamed of index systems or terrorist threats in familiar locations. I chimed in with:
"I had a dream. It was something to do with the Red Hills of Georgia."
Everyone looked at me and said "What?"
Even the cheapjokes aren't easy any more.
We aren't in Kansas any more, Toto.
posted by Nathan @ 8:48 am
1 Comments:
Your dream is limited in scope. In my dream freedom rings from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado, the curvaceous peaks of California, Stone Mountain of Georgia, Lookout Mountain of Tennessee, and - of course - from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. I also dream of a place rich with steak pies, dark ales, and bars that aren't cursed with madness. I tested the American concept of bar a few weeks ago. Before I set foot inside - despite the fact that I swore to have a positive attitude - I kept thinking, "by the pricking of my thumbs, something wick'd this way comes." Sure enough, it was a nightmare; I even got smashed in the forehead by a door. Fuck you, America. Also, I'm reading a book that I think you would love. Really. I feel so strongly about this that I would consider ordering it for you on Amazon, lack of address by damned. It's called "The Wind Up Bird Chronicle" by Haruki Murakami. Unbelievable - though I haven't finished it yet. Last night it put me in the "longing for the forest" mood. It was intense. I hope things are going well; I just hope you get this. OK. Fare thee well, traveler.
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