I recently had a strange dream, of a swimming tiger fighting a raccoon. It was one of those dreams that sticks with you, like the faint blips of memory on a black-out night, a vision disconnected from a narrative, meaningless but somehow haunting. Or like a song whose name you can’t quite remember, the melody and the (wrong) lyrics rattling around your …
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