I have this recurring epiphany in which I realize the source of my obsession with touch, my unrelenting need to graze surfaces as I walk by.
I realize once again - sad I know - that I cannot recall ever being able to touch something, as in fingertips probing the texture of an object, while in a dream.
Perhaps this is my barely subconscious way of checking reality?
Added March 30, 2004
By Ken
"Furthur" McMurphy
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