the invalids story. only not.
I spent all day drinking coffee and eating nothing, then came home to Burger King at midnight. I don’t know if it was the hour or the not quite food but just after I fell asleep I fell down the rabbit hole.
And that’s about as close as I can come to describing the dream without sharing the 4,000 word short I wrote to commemorate it when I woke up Saturday morning, thinking about a coffin and a train and a man named Mark Twain.
The post below is taken from yesterday’s 6am writing session.