It is marvellous in its mastery over that delightfully fortuitous inconsequence that is the adamantine logic of dreamland.
It just didn't feel right to let my child scream and holler and thrash by her little self in the dark in her crib when I knew full well that a little rocking in her glider, maybe a song and a sweet nuzzle of her cheek would send her off to dreamland.
Dreamland is a book, but it's my song in book form. It's translated itself into a different medium.
Last Update: February, 2020