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I feel oftentimes like a misplaced traveler in a strange land. - Dolan Geiman
If you've ever seen the movie Dead Man by Jim Jarmusch, you might relate: I feel oftentimes like a misplaced traveler in a strange land. My waking life struggles to explain the daily rhythm to my dreamlife. I wake and taste the day, grasping at the fading technicolor dreamland, waving away the neighborhood miasma wafting through my windows. I want to conduct the day, to control it, like a teacher scratching out an algorithm on a charcoal chalkboard. When I talk I half expect birds and moths to fly out of my mouth and shatter my kitchen window, escaping into my backyard like a handful of confetti blown out of a shotgun. These pieces, these dream ingredients: A charred stump, a crimson serpent, a splash of bubblegum pink leaves... these are the products of an overactive brain and an overworked body, and this time they have finally come to fruition in a new piece.
