Chapter 1 

Bor was lounging against a stone wall.

"A vast story could begin with a dream that is told in a cold December in the back of a lousy cafe and the listener embellishes it with comment of some sort and relays it to another and then again on down the row of patrons out into the street and offices until the dream begins to approximate some form of reality. For a moment it replaces reality and ties together the relater and the listener!"

"They say we've lost God. No, we've simply imposed a limitation on ourselves in order to plunge downard into dark sensibilty." "Or is it the possibility to explode limitation of soncsience and re-make the human being in the image of his choosing?" "Birth of timid, weird monsters."

Then he eyed me. "But you knew all that didn't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders and told him about my friends and I who would meet before school in the cool fog and tell each other our dreams often elaborating on them until they had a life of their own.

David Eide
January 24, 2014