Water because of the lateness of the hour;
water because words are the only
intoxication
I want right now.
***
“Xavier does not live just one single life that runs from birth to death like a long gray thread. No, he does not live his life — he sleeps it, and in that sleep-life skips from dream to dream. He dreams and in the middle of the dream falls asleep and dreams another dream, so that his sleep is like a series of boxes, one inside another”.
