wednesday 18 October

Is it because I watched a fantastic music program the night before on the Internet? At dawn, anyway, I had a weird dream. I was in a Kind of bulding. With an entrance full of colonnades and a room with a ceiling decorated with frescoes. An arm came out of the painted clouds and stretched
toward me at the sametime as the music toward a sky from which I had a vast and profound view of the world down below.