Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Strange dream last night featuring a coach trip through a desert, gazing out at some kind of fortress bathed, in a swearingly beautiful fashion, in ghostly golden light. I suspect that recent exposure to various Flickr sets of photographs of Burkina Faso may have had some influence on this. Though they don't in any way explain the castle, nor why my travelling companion seemed to be Phil Look, an old schoolfriend with whom I have had no contact for about 20 years.
You are cordially invited to keep your Freudian analyses (analysises? Whatever) to yourselves. But if anyone knows what Phil's up to these days I'd be happy to hear it.
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