I was peeking through my usage stats, noticing when people visit this site, and I had this line pop into my head: “In time zone after time zone, all around the world, evening is dawning.”
From the journals of Rob Horne, an irrigation contractor living near San Diego. He calls his journal “Backward Rain” because once described his work in irrigation that way. May 6, 1966 – Friday This trip to Japan must really have shaken me up inside even more than I realize. I�m not really afraid any longer because I�ve gotten used to the idea of moving but something deep down inside seems to be bothering me. For instance the first night after I found out I was going I had a terrible dream. At first I was asleep and the next moment …
From alamut: Oneironautics Should we not classify web browsing as form of dreaming? Especially disinterested web browsing, web browsing completely unmotivated by greed or desire, where one at best is driven only by a gentle curiosity (or extremely gentle escapism), where browsing means wandering freely down corridors of thought and each web page jogs the soul in a new direction? Browsing is a form of dreaming, in that dreaming is simply the unfettered journey through links and connections, from one image to another, one impression leading to other impressions. At the end of it we are left with a muddied …
From Specimen Days, an amazing collection of Civil War diary entries by Walt Whitman: HOME-MADE MUSIC August 8th. — To-night, as I was trying to keep cool, sitting by a wounded soldier in Armory-square, I was attracted by some pleasant singing in an adjoining ward. As my soldier was asleep, I left him, and entering the ward where the music was, I walk’d half-way down and took a seat by the cot of a young Brooklyn friend, S. R., badly wounded in the hand at Chancellorsville, and who has suffer’d much, but at that moment in the evening was wide …