It’s Not A Dream
I have been feeling this way for exactly eight days today, I’m sure, it is not a dream.
I walk inside a factory, perhaps an electronic products factory, I go to the exit door that is visible behind an almost endless assembly line. Through the wide windows you can see a sunny park. Everything looks deserted and I don’t know what time it is.
But I am sure that I am in 1965, in some state of the American mid-west, and I am a little afraid to be alone. On some tables were some empty Coca-Cola bottles, beyond that detail, everything is tidy and clean; and in silence.
I am at the heart of the engine of a great production source.
But, I’m alone…
Everyone has gone to see The Beatles concert.
– Teo Boy Curcio
More in this series
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#PaperbackWriter – Michael’s Comic Illustration
#PaperbackWriter – Learn to play with Leo!
#PaperbackWriter – A Beatles Fan’s ‘Pilgrimage’ to Liverpool
#PaperbackWriter – Do you know The Beatles?
#PaperbackWriter – Eleanor Rigby Statue
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#PaperbackWriter – Revolver
#PaperbackWriter – Sarah Stacey
#PaperbackWriter – The Story of Eleanor Rigby
#PaperbackWriter – There are places I’ll remember
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