I had this dream
and in it
I wake up in this small house
somewhere in the tropics.
And it's very hot and humid.
And all these names and faces
are somehow endlessly moving through me.
Not that I see them exactly,
I'm not a person in this dream;
I'm a place.
Yeah... a kind of a... just a place.
And I have no eyes, no hands,
and all these names and faces just keep...
they keep passing through. And there's no... no scale.
Just a lot of details.
Just a slow accumulation of details.
from Laurie Anderson's United States Live