In the dream, I am walking. The chain around my foot rattles like a hungry snake. Yet I am walking, floating... down the sleek black streets of my past as if there is no chain around my ankle. As if this rain-soaked evening is as fresh and untainted as the day its first memory was… Continue reading Look Elsewhere
In which I'm chased, again. This time by some custodians of Faith.
This is a record of a dream that was strange enough to bug me years after.
I don’t remember the entire dream, only fragments of it. Certain feelings and certain images float back. (I’d like to know how this works; remembering your dreams. When I am in the dream, I follow a certain causality on which the ‘I’ seem to have no control. When I wake up that causality is no… Continue reading Dream Narratives: One
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