An empty dream is an impossibility...
If you dream it has to have some strong content.
You have to expect a reader who will flip across the pages that are filled up with empty news, or news that are so dry and false that crumple at the touch of your imagination, gaze across the moralistic sermons preached in the edit pages, the vague traces of literary reviews and art reviews no one cares to read, jump over sports news that are lifted straightaway from foreign newspapers, crumple the city supplements filled with trash about a magician's daughter procuring a strange fish, and the page3 tabloid where journalists forced to work with some chicken-brained pour out mournful sermons about these painful times, in the narrow print space allowed by bulging western actresses, who will help college students masturbate in the midnight privacy allowed by smelly common bathrooms where there are long queues in the morning...
An empty dream is at the same time, real. It's a wish where you think your reader will skip all these, and read the words, the pain and the guilt that you have to compress inside the newspaper, yet without... where you think you can have the time to speak your heart out...
am i feeling sleepy? or is it fatigue?
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