April 26, 2008
I dreamt the elevator dream last night. A bank of six, three facing three, shoulder to shoulder, flanked with rocks. They are in open meadow. A concrete pad spreads between them, and above them is empty sky. People in business suits carrying notebook computers and papers mill about, some of them talking. An elevator chimes, and opens. It is empty, and they queue up to get on, as many as will fit. The doors close. Those left behind donít seem to be in a hurry. More are coming across the meadow, stepping through the tall grass, wind blowing their hair.