i wonder if i could deal with saussure this morning.
last night i got lost in a planned community in the mountains after taking a road named sils-maria. it was summer but someone turned on the snow so the hostess offered us lodging in an unoccupied home and was going to send out a flunky for pizza and boots. sils-maria interestingly enough had led us 3000 miles away from my childhood home and brought us to san francisco.
i guess you can't go home again but i sure wish i knew why my unconscious wanted to.