Cleveland, Ohio - Tremont neighborhood, autumnal equinox 2010

So here is the dream

This is the photograph of my dream

What do you dream

"Just as a novelist creates a novel, a person creates a sense of being. The self is simply our work of art, created by the brain in order to make sense of its own disunity. In a world made of fragments, the self is our sole 'theme, recurring, half remembered, half foreseen.' If it didn't exist, then nothing would exist. We would be a brain full of characters, hopelessly searching for an author."

- Jonah Lehrer in Proust Was a Neuroscientist