December 2011
2 posts
A Nap
I had a dream that I was not as understood and not as wanted to be understood and then I fell asleep.
A Dream of Propaganda
I fell asleep after grazing over the faces and figures of beautiful women.
I woke up in a dream that Memphis functioned underneath a propaganda machine. The machine was fine tuned and private and vulgar. The machine stifled confidence and dignity, but it was beautiful so the city pressed on to toil quietly.