Dreamlife and reality feel as if they’re blending a little more each day. Last night I woke before dawn for a sleepy pee and thought I’d dreamt about standing before my bookcase and picking up a copy of The Plague by Camus. When I woke a few hours later with the book on my chest, I began to read about the town of Oran’s reckoning with an illness that begins with a dead rat on the stairs: “It was about this time that our townsfolk began to show signs of uneasiness.”
Füxa – Dreamlanding
From 3 Field Rotation | Mind Expansion, 1995 | Bandcamp
Dreamtime shimmer from the days of Michigan space rock. An all-time favorite.
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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