-always know sometimes think it's me but you know I know when it's a dream- Me: I don't know, I think this song is my all time favourite. Because... because it seems like the absolute dream...not the strawberry fields themselves, not a place where nothing is real... It's not the lyrics, it's how it feels.... like... everything that as a kid you dreamed they existed... but now you found/know/think they don't exist... Andreea: I remember when I first heard strawberry fields forever... and I know I will have that line stuck in my head, just the way the Beatles sung it, forever. I remember immediately thinking of this strawberry field, where the strawberry vines are really tall, covering most of the height of the person I imagine running through, it's all red and green but still with empty space in between, not just a sea of red, but a sea of strawberries, an endless sea. I never dreamed it much further than that, there was no reason and there is no reason now to think of leaving that field, just being there is enough. Me: I rarely ever cry because of a song, but today, as I was listening to it,I almost did. Instead, I lied there wishing -praying- it existed, that it was all true, and we could all move there. And... I don't know, dream on for yourselves from this point. And yet at the same time my heart was aching for its absence, there was a part of me that knew/thought/believed it was something more than a dream... I don't dare tell you it exists. Not after what happened, not with so many people around. But I would have told you it exists, if you were there to ask me then. It exists... We might not be able to board a boat or a train and go there, but maybe we can make it come true... a wee bit... or maybe more. Andreea: So much of the time we all spend dreaming of something beyond -beyond present, beyond future, beyond our own spaces, beyond ourselves; and then something happens, to bring us back into our own bodies; because at the end of the day it's all we have. We reach so far out in our dreams, that we forget ourselves, our surroundings, we forget what we really have. And we forget that our dreams could not exist for a moment without us, outside of us, we feel they're far away... But really they're closer than all else. So let's let our dreams swim up to the surface of our souls, of our hearts. Me: Our dreams depend on us. As does the beauty in the world. David said :"We are still surrounded by beauty in this world, and it's not as fragile as it seems. Cling to it." Honey said the list is what we make of it. These days, this makes me proud. The world is what we make of it too. (These days, this makes me sad). Don't be scared, cause that what he terrorists want. And don't hate, because that's what they do. Try not to be too sad. Try to understand instead. Don't fight with each other about what it means. Just take a moment to think how the world could have been/become better. Then do something to make it true. How? David also said, and Honey repeated, 'don't let this change who you are'. I'd say, rather, if you change, change for the better. If you have been shaken and shocked, the best you can make of it is to become more true to yourselves. And hang on to your dreams... Andrea tells me to say : "love each other or perish"- w.h. auden, inhale that before you look at it as just words! But I remember her saying too, "go out and look at the sky, sometimes it helps" And I say: Keep the faith, and dream on. Dimitra ps, we both say: If you think there's something you can do to prevent further violence of any kind, especially bombings, make sure you do it. In whichever country you may live in. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+