My ancestors gave me the endless dreams of passions and curiosities that are presented and remembered in the often traveled space that lies between night and day.
Those dreams recreate the infinite theater in the floating dust that sometimes settles around me and offers my words a place in time when I have no pen and paper.
Like those dreams, I have found that redundancy seems to happen over and over again.
As with all obsessions, this is an incomplete collection.
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