Thursday, April 22, 2010


Last night I dreamt my face was made out of books, rather the pages of books comprised the tissue of my face, so much so that when I woke this morning, I involuntarily touched my cheek to double check there wasn't any residual ink or papyrus.

This morning, quite synchronistically, one of my blog subscriptions posted a link to this photo.


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