June 2011
1 post
Wasted
For the second night in a row I tried to touch dream objects in a kind of confused state of consciousness. The only difference is that last night they weren’t people. It’s disconcerting to look in the mirror and not see yourself, not even see what you think should be behind you, and not to be able to see the time on any clocks.
I think about love and money, East and West. In Vietnam,...
