- Anonymous asked you: What is your earliest memory?
I keep dreaming about my heavy wooden head. About taptapping and digdigging little holes in the wood. I don’t know why. Perhaps to let the water in, perhaps to let the water out. I wake up with the water, with great wet eyes and a weight I cannot always call up from the pillow.
We need more rain. I don’t think I would need to keep all this water if it rained some.