Feb–2021Self-Study #142I had a dream that I was performing again, in the costume my mother sewed, trying to memorize lines now two decades past. Ghost-speak through the dreamwaves. The one-year anniversary of his funeral, precisely. Was I dreaming his death or were we still alive together in that hallway? He looked at me across the distance of space and time and his shoulders suddenly shook with sobs. I was already older than he’d once been for me.Mamiya C330