The tidal wave dreams continue. Sometimes I don’t even fully remember them but I wake up knowing I’ve had them. There in the middle of the nite with the city a glowing bar beneath the shade. It’s not so much a fear of the dream I just awoke from as a the sense of certainty that follows me out of it; it is the certainty of death—the only certain certainty that there is. The dark tower of
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