dream log # 003 ___ THE LIGHTHOUSE

“What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other… In the midst of chaos, there was shape; somehow, a form, a pattern, which might be right even though we could not see it clearly.”

― Virginia Woolf

¡NO HAY BANDA! There is no band! Il n’est pas de orquestra! This is all... a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet we hear a band.

---LLORANDO.

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