I hate dreams. Dreams are the Sea Monkeys of consciousness: in the back pages of sleep they promise us teeming submarine palaces but leave us, on waking, with a hermetic residue of freeze-dried dust.Wish I could express the chasm I experience between my dreams and my waking hours this well.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Michael Chabon's dreams
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