Anodyne
Monday, November 06, 2006
 
...and this too:

Fairway Four (Arc, 1991; "chanson pour Bernadette")

"The mayor dreams of a wilderness far more vast than any seen before, all green grass and terraced hillsides, with trails and strings of electric lanterns to light each walker's way. Then a vision of rainsoaked trees intrudes and he shudders. Something didn't work out, he got lost in the woods as a boy, was stung by wasps and devil's club, floundered on through wet bushes, soaking himself to the skin. Sighing, he turns over, going back to his restless dreams. Outside his window drops of water hang from the telephone wires."
- posted by cjb @ 1:13 PM


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