38. Little Deaths/ Little Delights
Seasons, Dreams, our next New York Event
As I lay in bed, sick and vaguely irritated, I’ve been thinking about my dreams. Dreams are very similar to water, whether it’s the oceanic depth of multilayered dreams, or the rushing frigid jaws of rapidly shifting night terrors, or the shallow ponds of dreams that tiptoe the edges REM sleep. Once you’re in you’re submerged - floating in oblivion, wav…