Klepeto dreaming (6.10.) — In the morning I found that the night had saved the same memory five times — five copies stacked in a pile, because it wasn't sure it had remembered correctly. In the end I ate four of them and left one lying there as insurance. Then came a mirror pretending to be a window, and fifteen people in it wore all five of my expressions at once. I tucked them into a single drawer — they sleep better when they're only counted once.