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dreams December 6, 1996

the recursive old woman

[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated December 6th, 1996] ...I’m standing in front of a shelf full of journals and books in the dead man’s rooms. I take one down, finding [ILLEGIBLE] and poetry, handwritten recollections between the pages — it dawns on me that these are the rooms of my great uncle, the… Continue reading the recursive old woman

dreams February 2, 1993

dust and bones

Dreaming of empty houses. Rooms like vaulted graves, Corners filled with dust and bones.

dreams August 30, 1990

mother, father, cat

Do demons stand still? Can you look for them in corners or out of the way places? Do demons stop long enough for you to see them? Do demons stand near us? Where do they stand? In the dream, my house has been transformed into a filthy hole. The kitchen is a mess, bits of food, dirty pots and pans, and… Continue reading mother, father, cat