Wednesday, October 16, 2013
I consider last night a success
I managed to have another of those dreams from which I wake up disturbingly enriched and wonderfully crestfallen.
A car-traveling dream, always somewhere between east Texas and south Arkansas. Bogged down and disoriented in a strange town. Lost and frustrated. Can't find my way out of that town.
Directions sought from sullen inhabitants lead nowhere. I consult the town's beautiful blond travel-agent oracle, who sits behind a desk on an elevated platform. She tries her smiling best to inject charts and information into my head, to no effect. Then wandering on foot through industrial precincts.
The way it all felt and seemed, the sense of an eternal dismal marooning -- it just doesn't get any better than this!