I was the architecture. I was the oracle, speaking for…

no.

wait.

I wasn’t speaking for anyone. I was the architecture. The speaking spoke through me.

In the dream, I was waking up inside of a house with many rooms,

a honeycomb house

room after room after room

and each room unique and each room leading into the next one

room after room after room

In each room, I did a different activity.

No.

Wait.

In each room, a different activity enacted itself. In each room, the work was working, one encounter, one visitor, at a time.

I was the architecture. A house of many rooms.