I was in Wisconsin, in the town of Da Vinci (so spelled), watching a protest at a Vietnamese restaurant. About what or whom, I didn’t know. Someone threw a brick through the window. Instead of shattering the window, it made a large, perfectly cut circle.
My dreams during the Great Pause have veered from the mundane (buying groceries) to the bizarre (a talking squirrel). This dream seems too much drawn from waking life.
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Monday, October 19, 2020
In Wisconsin
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Michael Leddy
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The Great Pause. I like that.
I’m pretty sure I thought of it myself, but I know many other people did too.
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