“i’ll let you be in my dreams if i can be in yours”

i had this small wooden box to do something with this winter and around the same time i saw a picture of the steps of the bob dylan museum in tulsa that had these lyrics on them. i liked it so i went and listened to the song (“talkin’ world war III blues”) it came from again and read the lyrics.

i realized it was similar to a thought i had lately and a little story i wrote (below) about how we connect—how a lot of times everyone just kinda wanders around in their own world, thinking about themselves and then often shows up in their dreams (or daydreams) alone and this is terrible. we’re all just out here on our own islands? sounds terrible, right? it really feels like we are becoming more and more disconnected these days despite having more tools to connect and connecting to chat gpt is easier than connecting to a real person? again, this sounds terrible and is probably why i refuse to use chat gpt in that way.

in short, i made this box out of an ink transfer of bob dylan and acrylic paint as a little reminder that i’m not here alone and that music, art, and life is about connecting/being in each other’s dreams.