beach dreams and memories
I got to the end of the day and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, as I was still haunted by a dream from the night before in which I sobbed helplessly while hearing a song listing the beautiful, complicated names of all the white horses that had been slain. Who would even do that, and why?
So I made this picture, and then yes, I did sleep.
Odd half-dream last night, remembering places I could see in detail but could not at all place in the waking world, or tell how I knew them, what I’d done there, and why it felt so significant.