... am in a beachfront house... There’s a man on the beach with a caravan (a bus), lots of goods. He’s here to give me presents, consolation prizes. I’m thinking it’s J., but I think actually it’s the 12534 guy. Quite an imaginative set of presents – I only remember a few – pencils, a book of Whistler paintings – I wish I remembered more, they were all a delight, tailor-made to delight me. What I wish from J., I suppose, but don’t get...Cover of the Anthropologie catalogue that arrived in the mail today. Occasionally this blog just writes itself!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
yes, like that
From dream noted 10 October 2008:
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