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Dream | Oct 02 2001

Here is the dream: You’re in a giant car that’s careening down an enormous cliff, plunging headlong to its destruction. In the manner of dreams, very few people in the car appear to recognize what is happening, although one must merely look out the window to see. Instead a small, dedicated group of passengers work to improve conditions within the car (which are abysmal), while the majority occupy themselves with more personal concerns – the business of living, of surviving: paradoxical occupations given where the car is headed.

(The car, I should say, has no steering wheel or brake, and even if it did, it’s now too late for turning or stopping – that moment passed long ago, if indeed it ever existed.)

And this is no dream.