a garden of dreams

My dreams are of communication breakdowns and isolation. I sleep in the heat. Rest is a dream.

This time, the subconscious isn't so far away from my thoughts. The stories are the same. A broken mouth, mumbled words, voices without sounds.

None of this has made me less nervous. The challenge is to be bold. An idea with a voice that can only ask questions. A thought that can only be conveyed in a traveler's vocabulary. A story told only in the present tense.

I explained the idiom, "the blind lead the blind," in Spanish. It took 45 minutes. More difficult things exist.