Saturday, December 30, 2006

"I heard a fly buzz when I died"

This is the poem that went through my mind when I took this shot. It's rare of me to stay at home during the week, or particularly lie in bed during the day, but I was deathly sick. I had two entire days to notice how the sun traversed the sky and settled below the hills, in the direction of my camera. I wondered if this is what I would see when I died... whether I would die in this bed, and if this is what I would see.

Fortunately, I don't think this will happen, yet. I have a couple more obligations to discharge, and hopefully, some paths to explore, before I sleep.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

"London's on fire!"

A dream that I had yesterday:

Someone shouted, "London's on fire!" We went to the TV to see a live broadcast of a massive fire in London. We weren't specifically told whether it was terrorist-related or an accident. I was floating over the scene. I saw some smoke billows appearing in a financial area, or a place with large buildings. I heard the sirens. I thought it would be contained, but then I saw it begin to spread rapidly toward the older part of London. We were staying in a nearby hotel, and I knew that we would have to evacuate. I began floating back to the hotel to do this.


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