Joshua Johnson

Pages 29-31 “Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity,… Continue Reading →

“The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight like a ruled line, far, far along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.” – Page 14… Continue Reading →