Year of the black coat
Does the memory of a dream have the right to be considered memory? Consider your repeated nightmares and the detail in which you remember these compared to the face of the clerk at the shop you visit in person several times in a week. What I remember best is the short, intensely relieved moment, in which I close the eyes that aren’t my eyes, and I am safe, because
this is a dream
Some like to experiment with lucidity: I do not. This is my review of the year that has passed: in this time, I have become inconsistent, my handwriting inhabited by at least three different shapes of an a. This is the work of lucidity. And January and its siblings wrapped themselves inside a sensible black coat, the inside lined with polkadots.
This is what the year has been. This is hardly obfuscation at work. This is a dream.