Deconstructions of the imaginary.

Words
63
Reading
1 min
Listen
Play
5y

One night I dreamed that I was going in a boat aimlessly, nothing could be seen in the distance. The heat of the day burned me and I despaired of not knowing where she was, where she would go, if she would ever get anywhere.
The boat was sailing as it pleased, and I was doing nothing to stop it. I was lost.

IMG_20201024_161749.jpg

Deconstructions of the imaginary. | Ecency