He went to work fourteen fathoms down, where the sea-women sing. He purchased groceries from a store sitting in the shadow of pyramids. He caught the train home through rivers of lava splashed by bright meteorites. He watched TV on a screen made from the skins of chameleons, ate a meal of gold and diamonds. He went to bed in a mountain of fur harvested from extinct animals. And as he slept he dreamt of reading the paper while drinking coffee and talking to the woman he loved, and\u00a0outside the window a bird sang its song to the sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He went to work fourteen fathoms down, where the sea-women sing. He purchased groceries from a store sitting in the shadow of pyramids. He caught the train home through rivers of lava splashed by bright meteorites. He watched TV on a screen made from the skins of chameleons, ate a meal of gold and diamonds. … Continue reading #49: Everyday Fantasies<\/span>