Posted on October 9, 2009 in Dreams
I’ve sailed into a gigantic library from the San Francisco Bay where I am researching the history of a huge white prison that was constructed to replace Alcatraz. Inside the library is a broad fountain cast in the form of a rectangular maze. The path is easy enough to follow, but the water on the side I enter on gushes cleanly. As i wend my way towards the other end, the water becomes filthier until I am walking through an inch or so of shit. Realizing that I have gone from excellent to worst, I go back, cleaning my shoes as I go. When I get to the other end, I watch as a few students open up part of a wall so they can enter the maze through its most immaculate stream.