I had an amazingly long dream about Loki...a considerably less Marvel-like version, one was cruel in inventive ways, but also capped the dream by transforming a version of Thor he'd cursed in babyhood back to an adult so that he could participate in some sort of punchline Loki had just invented, ie: "Too bad you won't appreciate this 'till you're older again...oh, fuck it."
The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets. Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.
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I had an amazingly long dream about Loki...a considerably less Marvel-like version, one was cruel in inventive ways, but also capped the dream by transforming a version of Thor he'd cursed in babyhood back to an adult so that he could participate in some sort of punchline Loki had just invented, ie: "Too bad you won't appreciate this 'till you're older again...oh, fuck it."
The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets. Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.