beguiling in a silent way i dreamed i saw pictures of you, and you looked nothing like yourself. but it was unmistakably you. how can a mind form images that are so wrong-headed, and at the same time so convincing? you were smiling in black_and_white. sitting outside somewhere. a restaurant patio, maybe. your hair pulled back. i prefer the way i imagine you smiling when i'm awake, in colour. 130206 what's it to you? who go blather from