spooky!

I would like to continue the analysis of the dream as though it was my own. Now before checking out the movie at the Bellevue Regional Library, I suddenly came across a book in the aisles about Malevich, a suprematist artist recently mentioned by Charles on the Stranger Blog. I flipped through the book, impressed. But what most impressed me was that one of his artworks had made the cover of a novel I recently read by Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita. I decided to read on the page about how it was intened to portray the prison of reason, or something to that effect.

This takes me back to a comment I wrote on Mudede's post on Malevich, in which I essentially wrote that writing can have a possibly corrupting, derailing effect.

The interpretation of the dream, therefore, if had been mine, would indicate the guilt I may be feeling towards possibly corrupting people with my foul writing. Indeed, it was only yesterday that I deleted almost all my writing on the internet.