i fell asleep (again) with the light and my shirt on. hair down/ bracelettes off, thankfully. so tired. full of thought. busy day / night earlier. i watched the reader (by stephen daldry) and i sobbed and sobbed; what a story; love, tragedy, shame, books, voice, the holocaust, fear, the bleak present and future full of regrets and sorrow...
drove east. gallery space for the Platform. meeting in exmouth market; is my fate taking another turn? dinner at gourmet san. a great chinese. full. home. dreamt of... it was really vivid. almost true. the content didn't worry me. irrelevant, the moments, the face, the actions, though, were there, the dream carrying on, although i was going to wake up... i'm glad (still there), sad (still there), nap for reflection much later... art to be made, planned, proposed... life to be lived, love to be felt... SO SILENT...
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