2003-09-23 - 6:42 p.m.
I have had a dream of a little room. My little room. I'm sure Virginia Woolf planted this in my head. I've thought about it often ... ' when I get back, I will find my little room.'
This morning, I actually got this image of myself in the kitchen looking out the window and listening to Radiohead. The song came to me. Don't know the name. There was a whole bunch of other stuff that came with that image. I've been fantasizing about a desk and a window. That was there. The library nearby. Lots of music, all over the place. The lake. I love the lake. My clothes. How stupid, but true. My beautiful caramel faux leather overcoat and turtlenecks and scarves and black umbrella.
