The Dreamer


  Sleep. Blink and you’ll miss it. Like the sharp cut of a film, the steady hand of our director, a transition so fleeting it can’t be called a transition at all. All the emptiness of the nothing in our heads displaying itself unseen. A terrifying prologue, perhaps, of what waits for us after it all. And then, from the depths, the beautiful throes of a dreamscape, the abstract tale so unbelievably textured. Gone before we even realise we fell for it, fallen hard for its lie, left only with loss or relief at waking from this – the longest blink.


~ by Joseph Blame on February 13, 2011.

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