CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO DREAMS

I’ll forget which room in the house I’m in. I’m sitting in the living room but the light and sound are from the back of the house, so I start to think I’m back there. It’s the same house I’m always in. I get here in different ways. Sometimes I get into the house by way of The Castle. It becomes this bureaucratic process of filing claims. Music written for a clarinet with no reed. I can hear it breathe. Then the process becomes a landscape and I leave.