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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2023-10-25 03:23 pm

The only break they take is to the bone

I dreamed of the dead after hours in a T station, like the lost refugees of Troy who can't be embraced in the underworld, only they were film, wavering in three colorless dimensions while the projector's beam flickered from the fluorescents overhead. I reached under the brim of one's hat to touch his cheek and his face turned to me even as my fingers went through his insubstantial silver salts. Unlike the living man who had pursued me down the night street screaming obscenities because I wouldn't talk with him, he did not frighten me.

The mail brought magnets from [personal profile] minoanmiss and the fruits of the coupon-assisted recent half-price Criterion sale, including [personal profile] spatch's birthday present to me of George Cukor's Holiday (1938) and my unbirthday present to him of Tod Browning's Sideshow Shockers.

Today is full of doctors' appointments for everyone. I am wearing my garum T-shirt.
thisbluespirit: (hugs)

[personal profile] thisbluespirit 2023-10-26 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
Today is full of doctors' appointments for everyone. I am wearing my garum T-shirt.

Sounds like a fair response! I hope they went well and usefully, or at least, for the moment, went. ♥

(I also dreamt about being on a train station this week, but much less beautifully and eerily, or seasonally appropriately: I drank some water out of a bottle I'd brought with me while I was waiting on the platform and some uniformed official came up and insisted on charging me £12.50 for it and I was outraged. I actually hit him and threw things at him in the dream, which was weird. I've never attacked anyone in a dream before (or in real life, except my middle sister when we were small), but apparently if you try to charge me £12.50 because I dared to bring my own water bottle, that's what happens.)