I had a dream last night that my heart fell out...yeah, just fell out. I don't specifically know from where it fell, but it landed in my hands, cold and solid, like an anatomical model straight from this exhibition (which I recently, with slight regret, attended).It was a snapshot of a dream, no doubt intertwined with other absurdities of my subconscious, but made for a tense and restless slumber... not so much with fear, but a delirious state of concern with how I was going to get this lifeless heart back into my body...it must mean something.
