DREAMWORLD and REALWORLD overlapping....the quest for preservation.
I was at the flea market and saw a book on the New Orleans world fair. I put it back and walked around a bit more. After I got home, I thought to myself that I should have bought it and will go back next week. Last night I had a dream that I was at the flea market and asked the dealer about where the books were. He pointed me in the direction. I found a shoebox filled with small black and white photos of some toddler from the 1960's. It could have been me, but it wasn't. I just pondered how some things that were once dear to someone ends up in a stranger's flea market stand. Perhaps it is one of the many reasons that I am drawn to flea markets. A handwritten inscription in a book, someone writing their name on a record sleeve, a book of family photos....all relics of a prior life or lives. Over the course of my 60 plus years, I have strived to keep elements of my past. It has been difficult. 3 major floods destroyed much of my early ...