...but I have long since grown accustomed to the thought that what we call dreams are semi-reality,...this is not a dream...the promise of reality, a foreglimpse and a whiff of it; that is, they contain, in a very vague, diluted state, more genuine reality than our vaunted waking life which, in its turn is semi-sleep,...do not go to sleep...an evil drowsiness into which penetrate in grotesque disguise the sounds and sights of the real world, flowing beyond the perphery of the mind, as when you hear during sleep a dreadful insidious tale because I can't not stop from hearing your voice, or to see you bleeding from the wall... I myself picture all this so clearly, but you are not I, and therein lies the irreparable calamity...not knowing how to write, but sensing with my intuition how words are combined, what one must do for a commonplace word to come alive is to share it with you...