In this dream, I went to the library twice.
The first time, a man wearing a red and white HOHOKUM tee shirt
followed me to the xerox machine.
The second time, he wasn't there.
I must have navigated too far in Goldwater country without a home
page,
I thought when I woke up.
(Although it was always a choice that I wanted -
not a series of orchestrated echoes.)
On Arts Wire Chris had written these words while I was asleep:
"Mark thinks of the universe as a WWW."