I generally don't have very good recall of my dreams, though I can often recall the "sense" of a place or overall feeling, but no real detail. My dreams often flow like a patchwork of random film clips from the silent film days, but with modern, seamless transitions that make it even more surreal. Riding the train from Richmond up to Massachusetts was a lot like having a dream, but one I could document on camera. Because I was alone and not engaged in conversation at all, I dreamily peered out the window for much of the time. The scenery was washing by, but unlike in a movie, I wasn't paying much attention to it and it was easy to become lost in thought while looking outside, looking but not really seeing. Occasionally something would catch my eye and I would follow it, sometimes with my camera, until it was out of sight, then settle back into thinking about whatever, still looking outside, but letting it all just slide by. From Richmond to DC, the trai
