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The Mirror / insomnia 


​I just had a dream that I am on my bicycle returning home late and my mother and grandmother are worried. I have an overwhelming sense of relief that someone is waiting for me. 
I am almost certain where this dream came from. Right before sleeping, I was reading about Vivian Maier’s life: the brilliant photographer, discovered posthumously, who spent most of her life in relative poverty as a  nanny. At the end of her life, she was often seen sitting on a bench eating something out of a can, mostly angry. No family, no marriage, no children, no friends.

Marilyn Monroe writes: “Alone!!! I am alone. I am always alone.”

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