ljósið.
i don’t often dream when i am asleep. i see black, empty and total. and while i sense the passing of time it is not at all to scale. for some nights can pass by in a moment while others last far longer than they should. indeed, on rare occasion do i see anything at all in my dreams. but lately, i find myself, not dreaming, but splicing scenes of reality into my black empty landscape. you had already awoken, but as i slept there, on my side atop that welcoming mattress, i saw myself as i slept there. and then the black returned. then again, much like a memory loop, i saw myself as i slept there. then black.
and while this may seem like a simple analytical interpretation, scrambling in the dark for meaning and purpose, it seems that you are currently presenting me with such a derailing dilemma, my dear. you won’t know it but there is a plan beyond the plan. an enterprise underway which undermines the current escape. and while this memory loop, which is sometimes a little blurred, persists for the moment, i am certain the black will return, empty and total.
