Friday, October 14, 2005


Mostly, the stories were about Jaci the Fairy Penguin. Once, the sound of construction woke us early, and Colin told a story about a building that had skin. How the construction workers found that they felt happier the longer they worked on this building, and how they all began to have the same dream. It was a dream about a face. It was not a familiar face. The face had a different expression in every dream, but it was always the same face. Sometimes serene, sometimes anxious, sometimes mischievous, sometimes sleepy. And the workers never stopped building. And once, a man felt a brick and it felt like skin.
I fell deeply asleep thinking of the building, while Colin lay wide awake beside me, the construction workers drilling at his skull.


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