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I Dream of Hancock, Maryland
I dreamed I was in Hancock, Maryland, which is a pretty little town and a plain little town, a charming place and a possibly depressing place, it’s difficult for me to say which way it might fall. It follows the C & O Canal and Potomac River on one side and on the other the Interstate seals it in. It’s a long narrow succession of one thing after another, the alternating sights contribute to a binary, sometimes bi-polar impression. I dreamed the main street and its sidewalks were white — by which I mean, whiteness, the quality of being completely blank. Like a metaphysical blank canvas not yet filled in with any sort of reality. That’s the street where we live.