Someone who is content to leave some of those dreams behind, to let dreams be dreams. As I read through these Stations I found myself wondering if this is the sort of comfort that comes with age, with living out the exciting days of youth, eventually settling into the routine of someone who’s seen much of the world. Smith’s world, or at least the way she tells of it, oscillating between cafes and cowboy dreams and far-off destinations, seems comfortable. Her cicerone, the cowboy (who I can’t help but picture as Sam Elliot playing The Stranger in The Big Lebowski), guides her through her nightly alternate realities, offering words of mystic wisdom along the way. I wake with a blank slate while M Train‘s author, Patti Smith, meets recurring characters. I’ve often wondered what makes one person so susceptible to vivid dreams over another. Mostly, I wake with a mood hanging over me - melancholy, a wisp of laughter, sadness…the last vestiges of what went on throughout the night in my head. Places from my past revisited again and again, a sporadic loop, recalled only in sputters and spurts long after their curtain closes. Join in on this week’s book club discussion…ĭo you remember your dreams? I don’t, save for a small roster of recurring oddities.
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