In this factory I will not manufacture your dreams. And though that seems like a faux pas, people mix up dreams and happiness, and when they wish for your dreams to come true they seem to forget that nightmares are dreams too. I will not form the castles you see in your sleep, none of the flash cars or fine wines,


There will be lines on the skin of your face as you pass through the future, but you will be happy. You see, happiness is not made of dreams, it is made of the tiny things you forget when the storm rolls in.


From Clouds Cannot Cover us By Jay Hulme


Published by Troika Books 9781 912745 104


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