| a dream |
[29 Aug 2009|09:13pm] |
many years into the post-apocalypse; the brief image of a man with a book for a head is a kind of emblem... he was standing on a rugged, muddy hill in an awkward position; like the stick figure on a traffic light
it appears as if some books are books, but others are filled with vertical lines of dust.. sand that runs continuously..
a lady says that she used to know the difference between reading books and reading dust. now, she is not so sure.
things are changing.
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