Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Last night I dreamed of a golden bicycle. Let us call him Mike. Mike was a magical bicycle. But he was simply a part of my imagination. Imagination. Does it only let me see the things I want to believe in and know to be "true?" Is it possible to destroy the things I see that I don't want to believe in? How? Maybe Mike knows. Maybe the fairies do. But how will I see them when I have been told they are not real? How will I ask them?