We have to dream. Jonathan Ofir wrote today about time and music, relativity. And James Elkins wrote about literature and precedents. At the graveyard I thought about the relative time sense of birds. In the sense of wonder it seems there is no time. I thought how perhaps that's the time of birds, or other animals who live according to nature. Precedents are like dreams. Some of us recall them and some don't, but the dreams are inevitable and move with us, perhaps like birds in the periphery. I was going to say something, or rather write something. And then, and then... somebody said about my collage that it was like a story, but the story was just, and then...
Do we dream for others. I think yes. I think that's what music, film, writing, basket-weaving, nests, oh, all art forms, are. Dreaming. We must be dreaming.
