Finished planning my trip to vegas, L.A., and Palm Springs. I'm also reading Montaigne's essay On Experience which contains the metaphor of stilts that Proust borrowed. First, it rambles on for a while about kidney stones. Montaigne is perhaps the most self-indulgent writer I have ever read. Quite enjoyable.
Dream: I was in a Mexican slaughterhouse but it looked more like a mine shaft. There was a female archaeologist who proclaimed that she had discovered the baby jesus.
Dream: I was in a Mexican slaughterhouse but it looked more like a mine shaft. There was a female archaeologist who proclaimed that she had discovered the baby jesus.