Strangely Committed To Writing
I had a dream that I found a room in the middle of my home. There was a sense that it had always been there, but I hadn’t noticed it before….
And when I began to imagine that middle room, I kept on getting an image from alchemy, of an old Alchemist working at his furnace or his stove, putting coals on the fire, and mixing substances together, and forging metals in the fire, and it is like some kind of…