“the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible … but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one’s life in one’s arms.” - Arthur Miller, After the Fall (via aperfectcommotion)
Casa Robino
Shared Hospitality Excavations
