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Neal Barber
I have multivarious interests. Here, you can find my blogs on library matters, my current projects in theatre - I am a Director, Stage Manager, Production Guy, Technical Op, Designer, and Actor - my research in theatre, my random musings, and - most recently - my experienced in teaching/learning. I firmly believe in breaking down the traditional binaries - particularly, research/practitioner, public/private, formal/informal etc.
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"True I talk of Dreams"

4.8.08

The remembered flash of lightening burnt on your retina; lingering long. I still remember you. When time slows down to creep imperceptibly. I can smell you; taste you; feel you. Even though you are not here with me anymore I can sense your ghost. It has taken so long; ghosts still worry me; there is no sanctuary in dreams.

Posted by Neal Barber at 11:40 am    

Labels: dream, fragment, ghosts, love, melancholy

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