The function of dreams is to present a riddle.
In novels, we are meant to identify the character we are based on.
I am in mountains. Drugstore: Paradise toothpaste, postcards, repellent.
The clerk says, handing my change,
If you write to yourself, you will lament yourself.
Less a condemnation, than as
an observation one might make about a hat.
Maple, outside, shaking down leaves. Man raking.