magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

And then I lose track.

25 May 2011

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Dreams again. The primary thread had to do with an RV that was owned by my family, or my family in the dream—our last name was White, that had been stolen by our neighbours, previously though to be friends, but apparently rivals. Proving ownership one way or the other was fraught with unexpected difficulties and unforeseen narrative twists. And of course a tinge of surreality to everything.