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Thereafter I was to think of him as a horse with no name, a lion without a mane. In April, several years and several months after J’s disappearance, on Boxing Day, 1999, from a recording studio in Clapham, a horse purporting to work for one of the music magazines she never read anymore phoned up …
How do you remember your time in the dream? Is it static? – Of course, it is not. It seems it will go on forever and ever. And you never want to wake up.” Dante was almost euphoric. “Seriously, have you never experienced it? Time is not there in the dream as we understand it …