On Sleep and Dreams
by John WilsonI have been fascinated by sleep and dreams ever since I was a small boy in the 1950s. Continue Reading »
I have been fascinated by sleep and dreams ever since I was a small boy in the 1950s. Continue Reading »
In A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the city depends on powers found beyond it. Continue Reading »
It was, I believe, the third time that the small, hard, moist rubber ball struck my forehead and dropped to my pillow that I awakened fully (or dreamed I had done). The gaze that met my own was that of my dog Roland, his coal-black snout, drooping brown ears, and handsome chalk-and-charcoal face so . . . . Continue Reading »
That the world should end in an orgy of pain was inconceivable at my conception in the Panama Canal Zone where the hydraulic locks were emblems of the unity of oceans. But the hydraulic harmony was striated with tropical diseases and now cancer where was torrid procreation; day . . . . Continue Reading »