Dreams of the Past Few Nights
Last Night.
The train drew towards my station and I bade goodbye to my friends; they do not exist in reality, or at least, I do not remember their faces, but they were friends in the dream. It was an old-fashioned train, with cabins within which the seats faced each other, and doors which had to be manually opened. I alighted with a skip -- ( Read more... )
The train drew towards my station and I bade goodbye to my friends; they do not exist in reality, or at least, I do not remember their faces, but they were friends in the dream. It was an old-fashioned train, with cabins within which the seats faced each other, and doors which had to be manually opened. I alighted with a skip -- ( Read more... )
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Tonight I dreamt I had to promote queer culture in one of the most difficult and criminal-peopled neighbourhoods of Naples. All during one night of Carnival. Uhm.
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