In my dreams There are no people, just things like cars and trees and sometimes a highway but no people. Not my wife Linda or my daughter Lillian or my grand-daughter Lulu, not even my mother or father, or my sister who is still alive and lives in Chicago. Sometimes in my dreams I’ll be walking on a city street, probably Chicago where I grew up, and there will be cars driving past me slowly, and I’ll try to see who’s driving but I can never make it out. Not that there are people in the car, there aren’t even shadows. The cars seem to be moving on their own. Slowly. I walk and see gardens and flowers, grass here and there, more buildings, but no people. It gets me thinking. Is this what hell will be like? Or heaven? Jean Paul Sartre said that hell is other people. So this may be heaven. A lonely place. Streets that go on and on.
Posted on: Fri, 16 May 2014 14:31:03 +0000
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