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[threeplusfire]

A long dream, one like a movie. I remember the broken glass, the scratches in my back where I'd been pushed down and the tabletop shattered. Walking behind him past crumbling buildings like the sidliste, covered in spray paint slogans. The dark rooms in basements, people gathered round a table, edgy and nervous energy. Standing on the small balcony on the apartment, wondering if anyone inside could hear.

I wish I knew what it meant.

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[kokopopo.livejournal.com]

Off the subject--did you read that piece on Kafka and Prague in the New Yorker? Pretty good piece. If you have not seen it, I will find the date and exact tile, or just send it to you if you wish.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Close enough.

No I didn't see that article. But I'd like to read it. How long ago was it?

If it weren't for Kafka I wouldn't have Hana as a professor.

[kokopopo.livejournal.com]

It was one of the July issues, and I think the article was by Aaron Applefield, but I am not sure I have the name right. There is also an interesting article on brain research in the same article. I know I have it at home. If you want me to tear out the article and send it to you, email me where to send it. I have to go to New Orleans for one day to argue an appeal, but will be back Wednesday night and will try to remember to send it on Thursday.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I briefly entertained the thought of becoming a brain surgeon as a child. I was reading some strange short story about a doctor I think.

There is a lot of fascinating research being doen these days. Both amazing and creepy.

I will drop you a line. Thank you muchly. :)