Ray Caesar
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
I am not one to remember my nocturnal emancipations. Try as I might, I cannot remember much. However, last night was quite the pleasant exception. I have been down with the flu for the past week, and so have not been able to sleep well, if at all. I am just now getting better, and was able to doze off quite well last night, even if I still wake up intermittently to give way to the violent outbursts of coughing fits. In my dream last night, I was vacationing. In Vienna. In the 17th century. I was around walking through dimly lit cobblestone streets. Horses sauntered past me, carriages in tow. Out emerged men and women in powdered wigs, dressed in the most ornate brocades and delicate silks, all heading towards Mozart’s Magic Flute. They all reminded me of Ray Caesar’s work.
I hope to visit them again soon.