In times like these, we need the past, because for this one, shining moment in time, it may be the only thing we have total control over.
I had a dream. A period piece, as we say in literature circles. Perhaps, the early 1960s on the coast of Spain. We, or quite possibly, they, a man and a woman, met after an argument on the roadside after some car trouble. The details are fuzzy. They began to travel together, and fall in… Continue reading Dream Narrative – Last Night’s Journey