Thursday, November 14, 2002

I'm beginning to think I dreamed the whole thing. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. The Bible is right; there are punishments for too much sex. Hallucinations must be one of them.


In other news, there is very little other news. Other than the humongous famine in North Africa that nobody's talking about. Are there even 14 million people living in Boston? How big is a crowd of 14 million?


It's freezing in here, and I don't think it's only because it's November.

I'm more than a little weirded out right now.

Clark was talking in his sleep the other night, and it wasn't the usual "mutter ..cheese.. mumble. Why would I want to eat that? ...mumble.. snore..."

He was speaking quite clearly, in another language that might have been Spanish or Portuguese. The words were distinct, loud, and rhythmic - it reminded me of a church service in some ways. The words also sounded familiar for some reason, but I was too sleepy to puzzle it out then.

I know now why I thought I sort of knew it; Clark was reciting the passage Arthur was so desperate to get translated months ago. And, some of the words are on the photocopy of the woodcut hanging on my wall. I think what I have is a photocopy of the thing that Arthur was obsessing about.

I have so many questions now, and I don't know if I really want the answers.

Why would Arthur tear the text off the picture? And then make another photocopy?

How did Clark know the entire text? He'd spent some time looking at my photocopy, but there are only fragments of the writing left there.

And, what does it mean??? I looked at the translation on Arthur's blog, and that makes as much sense as people usually do when they're talking in their sleep.


Grrr. I may have grown up wanting to be Nancy Drew, but I'm beginning to hate mysteries.