Thanks to the sort of hallucinatory headache you sometime experience if you’re lucky, after a day of paralysis, in the evening I could space out for half an hour or little more. It was such a blissful moment, one of those moments when you’re consigned perceptions so diluted that every sound is only echo and every vision is only shadow. And gaps left by consonants in human communication are all blurred in a single vocal with many shades in it. All was so quiet and I could wish it lasted forever. In this period of time I reckon I fell asleep. I had a dream. A still living person but long removed from my life appeared on a sort of airy lanscape with very few connotations. He was going somewhere, or so it seemed, and he was so terribly serious. When I touched his arm in a sign of greeting he talked to me. What he said I don’t think I want to write about, but it was the kind of thing that generates confused feelings in your conscience. The memories it brought back… But we were never close, so I have no reason to trust the words of a ghostly figure.
