> The first night I had a dream. I dreamed I was pure sight, without a body or a name. I was suspended high above a valley at some undefined point from which I could see everything. I could move around my field of vision, yet remain in the same place. It seemed as if the world below was yielding to me as I look at it, constantly moving towards me, and then away, so first I could see everything, then only tiny details. I could see a valley with a house standing in the middle of it, but it wasn’t my house, or my valley, because nothing belonged to … Continue reading >Olga Tokarczuk