Four Boxes of Dreams

I already know what is inside the first box. The other three have dreams that are yet unknown. On White Rabbit Day, April 1, I'll open up the next.

The first box had some dark, fevered dreams, of not being able to see, and of not being able to feel.

I fumbled through two printing sessions, letting out impulsive squirts of unfinished ideas. Each gesture was unguided by intention. I could say that I was engaging in improvisation in order to access some previously unfound ideas or images. But, really I have just been all dark inside.

I expect some light to shine in when this quarter is over. I really do.