In my dream, I was exploring a campus that I was convinced was in Michigan. There were verdant pastures veiled by mist and wooden steps incised into the hill and towering arches of greenhouse glass and brickwork reminiscent of the Moorish countryside and vistas from the third floor through the glass into the fog and the trees beyond and small mirrors mounted on poles that reflected scenes of great clarity. We reached a library that Ian could enter but I couldn’t until we persuaded the receptionist, and then I watched in horror from outside my own body as guards in black armor arrived and shot me through the chest with a lightning cannon.
Been reading a lot of online writing:
- 梁源，知乎回答：華語流行樂樂壇 2010 年以後的這近 10 年我們是不是在原地踏步？
In the evening, talked to Sara for the first time in years.