Loney, Dear

There is a lot of music out in the world people, and I don’t often recommend things here, but take the time and listen to Loney, Dear.

About Dreaming

A dream of struggle and certain death but at the same time oddly encouraging, even vital, a dream I wanted to remember, something that would make a great television show.

I was thinking this even as I was dreaming it. Or did the thinking part come later as I tried to pull back from waking, as the covers slipped and my feet got cold and the pillow dropped to the floor?

Dreams are often, not always, but often, fragile things, impossible to hold onto. The dreams that become nightmares are the easy ones to recall because they never leave you.

They hold on like a stink.