AWAKENING FROM A DREAM, ALREADY BEING FORGOTTEN, WITH ONLY A FEW CLUES LEFT LIKE THE CRUMBS IN THE MINOTAUR'S LABYRINTH.......

On a tear, earlier, I wrote a long chain-of-consciousness poem.....with photos to illustrate whatever it was that "was" emerging from that cluster of cells that stores the diagrams, abbreviated for later disentanglement in interpretation......then, awakening from a lucid dream.....remember those dreams in 'school', when one dreams that one is going to class, taking notes during a lecture....even taking an exam.....only to awaken, having missed the "real" event about which one had been 'dreaming'?......with a fully realized screenplay with storyboard......left behind....in the dream.....This image remains.....one from my labyrinth of photos......that was to illustrate the metaphor that was the now totally forgotten dream.......more ambiguous without the context of the 'dreaming' and the unconscious structuring that never emerged........So....I'm certain that this will emerge, suddenly and without anticipation.....like.....when I'm being instructed by my accountant..to gather 'paperwork' and documentation that I have little interest in.........Oh, there it is........the now full-blown concept Art......as the accountant, blabbering on the speakerphone, implores...."Are you there, Reed?''.....Hello.....Hello!".............. "Oh", I reply......"I was looking for something....What was that again?".......

IN BED FOR MOST OF THE PAST FEW DAYS, I WAS NOT IN THE 'MOOD' FOR WEARING THIS 'X-MAS GETUP'......NOW, CONSIGNED TO THE OLD DRESS FORM FOR SOME SANTA REDNESS..........

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS AFTER SEEING THE PINK LINE ON THE COVID TEST STRIP.........

I had to don a pair of reading glasses to detect the very faint pink line.......just photoshopping into a desaturated 'art photo' doesn't change the Facts Of Life, however.....So.....back to the mattress and comforter.......grateful to have replaced the 40-year old "Spinks", that I've slept on since 1981, with a fabulously comfortable new one, recently.......

X-MAS @ SONYA NICKEL ARMSTRONG SCOTT'S.....34 YEARS AGO!

 Steven and Sonya....and, perhaps, our 'server'...whose name I've forgotten.....who was sent over by our Caterer, George E. Ashmore...........and George Ashmore, our Chef.......are dead now........That 'leaves' Me, Branton, Steven & Maria's son, then, my Godson....in my lap...and Maria, now Steven's widow.....who are 'not speaking' with me.........{a photo of the 'sometimes sad dynamics of Change and Dissolution'}    

PLAY "JESUS"....IT ONLY TAKES SOME STRAW, SOME FIGURINES AND AN 'EASTERN STAR' TREE ORNAMENT TO GET STARTED.......

a perfect seasonal game....play "Jesus' ......walk on water, heal the sick, have ex-hookers and 12 hot guys follow you around.......take donkey rides, feed hundreds on a quarter.....make champagne from toilet water......then get arrested, jailed, flogged and hung out to dry.......compete with your friends to be the 'best' Jesus.......This all begins with Christmas, so get going....

THE 'BATMOBILE'

I was just waxing some nostalgia about my old Cadillac [that I traded for a new lime-green Saab 99, which I never drove, and gave away to a total stranger, a homeless heroin addict that declared that his life was only the result of not having a car....Yeah! Sure!].........The "Batmobile" got only 6mpg with premium fuel......I was penny wise and pound foolish.....c'est la vie...

A SAD MEMORY THAT EMERGED IN A DREAM LAST NIGHT.........

photo that I took, of Katrina Motiska and Tim Brogan............Katrina was later strangled by an unknown killer and her body dumped into the lake at Friendship Park.....Tim died from complications of AIDS........c. 1970's

as the connective tissues beneath epidermal layering disappear, the surface of the past is revealed.......and, beneath this surface....the core of our lives......pulsing, blue.......contained by an increasingly delicate, thin membrane......

FLITTERING MOMENTS MIDST THE 'FACTS' OF LIFE

The 'News' has always been 'BAD'...with inane cartoon interludes..the 'comic strips'......And Winter has done in the last of the butterflies.....flittering moments of hopefulness....Jeweled butterflies are some relatively lasting, momentary compensation in this rigorous emotional cycling......And, I reckon, idiotic sit-coms have been/will be a perpetual source of illusional cognitive processing in dead-end developmental displacements, for which a new Orwellian neologism is ever being devised........first, the Fear......next, the 'potential' Reward for sustaining Anxiety; then, as always, the suggestion of 'a better day.....tomorrow'........d.s. al coda ........