What I Did Today

     “Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es.”
          — Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, Physiologie du Gout, ou Meditations de Gastronomie Transcendante, 1826

Just as I cannot imagine the taste of food without an ancillary seasoning of teeth I worry that I am never experiencing reality except perhaps drawing near to it while sleeping.

Since I cannot remember my dreams every morning I feel a sort of desperate faith in the belief that I did dream; I MUST have; I NEEDS MUST have: defensively washing the dishes after a meal I’m determined to remember toothlessly.

I had a dream that I went to the Kennebunk library with Ibsen by mistake… like Ibsen somehow tagged along like a dog in a movie, and so I kept trying to figure out what to do with him. Then Andrew came and picked us up and we drove off singing a song we made up about John Dillinger.