Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Ode to Pool Dreams
No time to write this morning as I was not at home. Reporting from the road is sometimes a hassle. Nothing I can report, though, on Valentine's Day. Just another day at the factory filled with anxious fatigue.
Is there anything like a nighttime pool when you are a kid? It is a fantastical and mysterious place. Dreams and nightmares are born there. What is land compared to the slick wetness of life? Everybody sleeps after swimming. Pool dreams of children become nighttime cocktails of the aged for whom sleep is nightmare.
Oh those pool dreams.
Posted by cafe selavy at 1:25 PM