I Can Feel You Dreaming
First edition of I Can Feel You Dreaming by Taylor Galloway (2023)
First impression
Small format paperback in new condition
Published by Deadbeat Club
About
The pictures in Taylor Galloway’s I Can Feel You Dreaming are glimpses of things, sometimes slippery, peripheral, brief, furtive shadows in the margins; they’re slowly unraveling threads that you can’t quite follow back to anything, but that nonetheless feel like clues, pieces of a forensic puzzle; they’re trance visions, or something you briefly noticed while looking for something else. Perhaps they remind you of channel surfing through the foothills of sleep as you toss and turn in a motel bed, slowly emerging from a fever dream or hangover. They’re a sort of Rorschach test, fragments in one of the millions of landfills in the universal subconsciousness. They’re a note you find next to your bed in the morning, mysterious, undecipherable words in vaguely familiar handwriting. They’re a garden of forking paths, the start of a journey that has no clear beginning or end, beyond sleep.
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Description
First edition of I Can Feel You Dreaming by Taylor Galloway (2023)
First impression
Small format paperback in new condition
Published by Deadbeat Club
About
The pictures in Taylor Galloway’s I Can Feel You Dreaming are glimpses of things, sometimes slippery, peripheral, brief, furtive shadows in the margins; they’re slowly unraveling threads that you can’t quite follow back to anything, but that nonetheless feel like clues, pieces of a forensic puzzle; they’re trance visions, or something you briefly noticed while looking for something else. Perhaps they remind you of channel surfing through the foothills of sleep as you toss and turn in a motel bed, slowly emerging from a fever dream or hangover. They’re a sort of Rorschach test, fragments in one of the millions of landfills in the universal subconsciousness. They’re a note you find next to your bed in the morning, mysterious, undecipherable words in vaguely familiar handwriting. They’re a garden of forking paths, the start of a journey that has no clear beginning or end, beyond sleep.
