Dreams*
Once, in a faraway place, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a fluttering butterfly.
What fun he had, doing as he pleased. He did not know he was Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and found himself to be Zhou. He did not know whether Zhou had dreamed he was a butterfly or a butterfly had dreamed he was Zhou.
This is really interesting and it is useful for my project. There was a show at MOMA that displayed work that kind of dealt with my topic ... fears, safety, comfort, etc.
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