in dreams begin really crap blog posts


This past month, TiR dreamed that we arrived by bus an hour late for a rendezvous at a remote Berlin newsstand. So we shopped for maps and football magazines.

Just prior, a young David Johansen performed a short set behind glass at a punk clothing store.  He expressed the following sentiment from the stage, in lieu of a song introduction:

'They say that History is nothing less than the the story of God's efforts to alienate Himself from Himself, then become One again, through Love.  In other words, a failed romance."

"Schleiermacher, via Nietzsche," TiR understood.