Memories | Dreams | Reflections

there is an apposite quality to {my} time these days been reading Jung's quasi-autobiography of that title and a strange if expected familiarity has arisen in the experience once upon a time there was a student; in her writerly demeanor she reminded me of something in myself elements are emerging in my dreaming that should also, she sang in a renowned Chorus, much like i did what was it that one of my mentees said, over lunch at a Thai restaurant on University Avenue, that time their names float above me now like a thought bubble or a cloud of witnesses "to that realm belonged trees, a pool, the swamp, stones and animals, and my father's library" — Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 31 the obscure, the arcane, the baroque, the subtle, the fey: these, too, crowd the proscenium of my recently-awakened mind this morning there was an era when i wandered around Berkeley taking pictures of reflections, whether I was in it or not mnemosynics is a memory palace in the sky, subject to the…