Monday, May 23, 2005

Dreamscape #2

...somewhere, Scandinavia, in a city with a group of people, some of whom I know, others are strangers, or perhaps locals. It is night, it is around Christmas, buildings are decorated, shoppers hurry by with packages. We meet another group of people. She is there, this time she speaks; she says that she has to go. We do not touch. I call her name, she turns and looks at me, she is smiling, and she is crying. I speak to her: "...please don't leave us...". It begins to snow...

By Professor Batty



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