1. The dream about the sunfish 20th July, 2021

Last night I had this dream. I was on a little yacht, the water was only mildly animated when I cast my line out into its muchness. In the way dreams work, beyond epistemology, I was almost certain the thing that took the hook was a sunfish, huge and grey and dense; a moonfish to others; a creature almost all head, a millstone to the Romans. For a moment I thought I had it— even if I didn’t think I wanted it— as though the spear of a fishhook might have stunned the thing into submission. I drew the rod into my solar plexus, but the thing pulled away. I have never seen a sunfish; I’m more familiar with the word than the creature. If one swam near and past my little boat, I would be very sorry not to have recognised it before it went under again, or I woke up.

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