I am in debt. It s like a chain around my neck. I wrote the below on July 11, 2000. Blanketed by cotton clouds, my bed is a cradle of pebbles on the northeast beach of Manawagonish Island. I have just awoken from a nap.
Dreams are awesome things.
I can get into them. Only we know our dreams. Some may think my thoughts are absurd. That s okay. No two people have the same perspective.