Woke from a dream I vowed to remember, lying in the early darkness with the sound of birds, an inch of dawn at the edge of the curtain; tried to fix it in place (a face that wavered as though reflected in water, an obscure joy fading with dawn's slowness) before opening my eyes to the room, reassembled into something familiar: square patch of plaster where the ceiling had leaked, my coats on their hooks on the back of the door, empty glass on the nightstand, the chessboard on the desk, discarded chocolate wrappers on the floor beside the bed, which the ants had found--tiny, black beads swarmed into a single deliberate mass, a trickle of black water disappearing into the wall.

For your edification and delight, the following flotation devices are offered:

flotson - concerning duende and the portable stallion; musings on poesis in convenient, bite-sized chiclets.
mise en abyme - concerning the synergistic effects of Google and intoxicants; a prolegomena to any future metaphysics.
flanerie - concerning the cosmopolis, ubiquitous technologies and decisive moments; Bell, Bresson and Baudelaire, a triple threat in the age of Nokia.
oneironautica - concerning hypnogogia; an archaeology of sleep.



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