It does not please me that I've let so much time pass between posts. In my mind not a day goes by where I don't think of  something to write. Whether it be something that has inspired me, scared me or intrigued me. Today I finally wrote down a dream that I had last night. I kept a dream  journal for many years but have not done so in a long time.

My dream last night reminded me of the opening chapter of  'The White Hotel'.  I met a young man and took a train journey with him. However it did not have the histrionics and vulgar happenings of the 'The Gastein Journal'.