"Would you like fries with that? —no pickles, got it, would you like fries with that?"
Daytime is desolate.
While I sleep, I learn. My classmates are other dreamers, filled with color and laughter and joie de vivre. We listen to music from around the world, watch with wonder the dance styles accompanying, taste food from many cultures. We are lectured on literature from each of our homelands, then argue with the teacher—most of us do not speak the Chinese of Lao Tzu or the Japanese of Murasaki Shikibu or the Akkadian of Enheduanna, so something is certainly lost in translation, but the sense carries through.
Six of Pentacles: knowledge and the lack thereof
Daytime is desolate.
While I sleep, I learn. My classmates are other dreamers, filled with color and laughter and joie de vivre. We listen to music from around the world, watch with wonder the dance styles accompanying, taste food from many cultures. We are lectured on literature from each of our homelands, then argue with the teacher—most of us do not speak the Chinese of Lao Tzu or the Japanese of Murasaki Shikibu or the Akkadian of Enheduanna, so something is certainly lost in translation, but the sense carries through.
Then I wake.