Fever dream
by Eva Wilson
In my feverish dreams of last night the infinite and interweaving soundtrack was Miley Cyrus, “We Can’t Stop” and Bryan Adams’ “All for Love” from the 1993 Musketeers movie. Thanks a lot, brain. I can only explain Miley’s appearance with the rhyming homophony of Cyrus and virus.
Words in the dream were visible, rotating, jiggering, endlessly and stutteringly repeated, and had a surface I could touch that felt much too smooth. I was already putting this text together in my 4:30 am mind but couldn’t get past the sleekness of the word “word”.
