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This past weekend, I spent most of the time packing boxes when not working on the new Pitchfork site. As always, I come across photos, letters, and cards from the recent past. Nostalgia, my best friend.

And then, I find my dream journal. Oh, my long lost friend. How I enjoyed writing in you every morning upon waking. Here are a few lines that I found particularly interesting:

“Sailing the seas… or were we just in a pool. Plan things out carefully, for lightning can strike at anytime.”

“A penguin in a dried up pond. Take it to open waters. But those glasses they wear are only a hoax. The penguins are leading you on by thinking they’re blind. They are not blind.”

What the heck was I dreaming about?? This has provoked me to start writing my dream journal again. I wonder if I could write a story about that penguin. Most of the things I wrote I remembered, almost like it was real life.

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// posted by Wes Rogers @ 14:00