Pillars painted white with cloth squares hanging on them. Cast shadows at their corners sit in semi-darkness, so settled and integrated. Emptiness in the room. Deep brown and muted black. Things act from human interactions, but there’s no one around. Like lamps with their lights and maybe a boiling tea kettle. Certainly a window open. A breeze outside. Dark air. White trim. The book spines blend together in the darkness of the room. What are we doing tonight ? People frozen in their interactions.
This reminds me of a journal entry I wrote in Santa Cruz. Must try and find it. Are people there or not. I get the impression there are no people in this dream.
Definitely no people….