Sunday, June 04, 2006


I dreamed of Charlotte Salomon all night long. I was chasing a truck. It had addresses and phone numbers of the people who could tell me more about her written on the sides and back. I tried to write them down, but it sped away. I met a woman who had a bunch of old photographs of her, which I coveted. I tried to make my needs known.


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