You can’t remember the entire dream, only the scene you last witnessed before extraction. It seemed like an interview with a woman, maybe an American Indian, who was planning to play music as a kind of vigil for something or someone – a cause – as some kind of cure. She was certain of the necessity of doing so and confident of its potency. She called it playing God’s Banjo.
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ReplyDeletethat's a nice way to write and blog, as you always do, addressing "you". more profound and impressive than talking as "I". Stories look a little bit mysterious too, like watching a suspense film!