Dreams from a Photo
I saw a small kitten sitting outside a fruit and vegetable shop. I watched her lick her paws with a grace only felines had. She looked boredly at the street watching people flurry by on foot or bikes, or in buses. I felt a kinship with the kitten. Both of us unimpressed by the bustling Brooklyn street but neither of us making any movement to leave it. I closed my eyes and let the sun drench my...
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I dreamt of a new girl last night. She doesn’t exist but in my dreams. I figure it is better to dream of a woman who doesn’t exist than a ghost who will never return. —- The crowds on the street dwindled. There’s nothing like a winter to break a revolution’s heart, he thought. He crossed the street alone. An umbrella in each hand. You never know. —-