“What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing here?”
I woke up feeling my teeth grinding against each other, and very fine tooth particles in my mouth, or maybe that was my imagination.
I’m startled at and by the sound, a kind of squeaky grind, and the tastelessness of the grit in my mouth. It’s as if I came upon intruders in the apartment, in my bed even, as if I should scream, “What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing here?”
But mostly, I woke up realising that all the tension I’ve felt in my sleep now migrates into my waking hours, and that is a nightmare.
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Image: A Visitor to the Forbidden City, Henri Cartier-Bresson, 1948.
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