They say that people dream

Posted in Writing by NAN on 2012/05/05

of this same man, at the beginning of the month, in theories named God, or an amorphous figure whose face appear as one in separate minds, or a seeded concept from some big company wanting to sell something. I remember this painter who painted nothing else but white lace, draped at the end of a clothesline, rummaged out of a carton box, scarfing a lady and many, many children beneath her. She might have seen it, a glimpse of that one thread, a vision of one fine filament, woven and draped over all our heads, conjuring a million shapes that might as well have been an eye, a nose, a mouth.