𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
Another wild dream. What is that, a wild dream? When you wake up in a room, in the midst of thirteen ghosts curling around their instruments, when you swim in that room as if in a viscous liquid, when you descend, not understanding where the hissing and scratching comes from, when you run after a timid melody, as the room grows longer and longer, a gaping corridor, then cotton wool, when you're electrocuted, or when you fall asleep in a dream, come to your senses in a bass drum, hang upside down from the strings, stick your head out of a tin horn and realise you have it all in your hands: Unimagined blasts of reality drive into you when you are there, or are there, or are lying there, your ears are your better eyes and you are a lucid, blind, composing spirit for yourself.
𝚆𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕-𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚙.