По мотивам даже не сна, а процесса
I’ve been sleeping like a corpse at the bottom of a lake, listening to the muffled sounds of the outer world reaching my mind through layers of water.
Remote beeping of messages never sent, calls never made, letters never written, doors never knocked on..
Listening, but never opening my eyes to see if any of this is actually happening.
"собака смотрит на Будду" из шанхайского музея