Our dreams are made of real things like a shoebox full of photographs.
Don't let your dreams be dreams.
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
But in the end in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone that one lives at the heart of a solitude.
