This morning I had a wild, elaborate dream that Bernie Sanders came to
Dreamtime Village. I was showing him some of the handmade music
instruments we had made years ago and he picked up an electric bass and
started playing a really funky slap bass groove. The dream then cuts to
me showing him proudly my newly published Samsara Congeries and he
immediately finds a typo and then launches into a very studied critique
of experimental writing, grinning all the while.