I was on a train and it was going very fast. I know that the train was full of people I was familiar with, but can’t quite put my finger on who they were. All I know was the train was very fast and it wasn’t going to stop.
Then someone dropped my old cat, Friday, from a very great height into a bombed out building.
I was having a cup of tea with an old friend who I can’t even look at anymore. She was telling me that there is no difference between vegetarian and vegan.
And that she was vegan.
Speaking of trains, I am catching one tomorrow to go to Dresden. We have a month left in Berlin until we pack up and relocate.
Dreams can be strange sometimes…
Not going to Paris?
No, I am.
On Sunday!!!!
Great! Bon voyage! (don't forget to visit le centre beaubourg)
Not related at all, just nice art of you, I really like it. And the train must be the life of you, and we can¿'t just stop a minute because we don't want the world to move on wothout us being on the train…
regards.
Daniel.