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sound. I have trouble making sense of the images. What type of show is this? Groaning, I sit up. Rubbing crust out of my eyes, I look around the room. It’s dark and gloomy, impossible to tell if it’s late at night or early in the morning. I hesitate, then call out: “Dawn?” “Yeah.” She shows up almost instantly. The robe is gone. She’s wearing her washed out, purple T-shirt, the one that reaches almost down to her knees. “Keep calm and carry on” can be read in white letters across her torso. I acknowledge her arrival with one look, then slump back onto the couch. So tired. Even after sleeping. I feel her slide down next to me. “You bum”, she says. I sigh. “Why did you have to scare me like that?” She doesn’t answer. I don’t know what she’s doing, and keeping my eyes closed feels too good. After a while, she says: “I was reading while you were out.” “What were you reading?” I ask, not really caring about the answer. “I was reading about Enki.”

Garde Magazine #17  

Three-dimensional design, textile design, illustration with classic movies review and novel. This is an issue you cant't miss.