We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories. And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
H.G. Wells
We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories. And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
H.G. Wells
Last night I had the strangest dream
I sailed away to China
In a little row boat to find ya
And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned
Didn't want no-one to hold you
What does that mean
I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.
Come, taste the wine ...
Come, surf the clouds ...
Whenever I get inside a house for the first time it makes me wonder which of the next books I will read would play (t)here. Which character will walk up these stairs, looking at these paintings and photographs? Who will lie down in this bed? What will they see when they look out this window? In which country will it be? On which planet?