About the Mule
In my dream - she is a beautiful, young girl moving through a room full of others her own age, admired by everyone; men and women both, as well as myself. As I stand watching through the window, I feel no malice toward this girl. I don't even envy her. Watching her, I am simply emptied and in this dream. I want to cry out because she is something I can never be some possibility in my life that can never be fulfilled.
