Tuesday, 18 October 2005

Gold paint ::

This morning I was dreaming that I was in a room with Bill and had a can of gold spray paint. He didn’t believe that it was gold so I squirted it a little and a tiny bit of paint escaped into the air. At that moment—I don’t know if the alarm clock had rung or not—I woke up. Before opening my eyes, I flung my hand onto the nightstand, knocking a Thai Buddha onto the floor. Like many Buddhas one sees in Thai temples, mine is spray-painted gold.