More and more I feel I am falling away from the world. I feel less sensitive and I suspect this is good for business but bad for art. Last night I was dreaming house again. In this dream the houses were paired. One was a glorious architectural merenge of glass, wood and stone. The house was pierced by windows that were made up of tinier windows with bushes draping over them. Across from this house was an older house built in the Victorian style, very lovely but absolutely standard. It was explained in the dream that the Victorian house and the little glass, wood and stone house were of a type that had been paired since the days of prohibition. The one house was used for buying drugs and booze and any other illegal activity. The other was where the rich people lived. The rich people would have their parties and they would use the other house for the drugging and drinking. In this fashion their hands were not soiled. I had a really lovely glimpse through holes in the wall of the dru...