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Monday, February 28, 2005

I don't will my dreams, but i can make them come true.

I had the most bizarre of dreams this evening- the contents of it surprise even the artist asleep. It contained a fair mix of familiar faces and wistful wishes; this was, I dare say, the first time after many months that I’ve felt such a dire excitement at feeling the delirium of blissful contentment and fantasy. The very extent of my emotions may mislead, and for this I apologise. But I assure the reader that it was neither fantastical nor of febrile desire. Instead, the steadiness of my happiness and my lukewarm reciprocity in the two segments of my dream respectively lead me to wonder a great many things. For the continuation of my pleasure in penning down its details to the very last, I must stop here lest I be slandered for virtues (or the lack of) such as might be unthinkable and unwarranted.

posted by voyeur @ 2/28/2005 07:56:00 PM