8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch 371 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. --What's my narrative? I don't know. Today I abhor the turpitude of my dreams last night, which were crowded with syrupy specters that were burning my eyes while I was trying to escape the puppet theater of my bodily existence. But tomorrow's narrative, who knows? In fact, everything may change right after breakfast.-- Visit www.HavishamHour.com to order fine prints, listen to previous podcasts, and to learn more about this project. ©2014 Julio Panisello.
