Then there was Philip Goodyear, but in the dream he was called Philip Miggs, that incredible boy at playschool who never answered to his name for the morning register, and who in fact never spoke at all. Not until much later when he would only reveal that he actually had a voice, and quite a filthy one at that - but only after school hours, and to select boys.
The dream was about using a surgical knife on this guys stomach, cutting away thin layers of his belly to reveal the belly buttons of different people. When it came to the layer with Philip's belly button, all the onlookers - of which I was one - grew alarmed because instead of a belly button there was just blank space and a line of scab as if Philip's presence had been erased.
"He must be dead by now," someone wagered with a gasp.
The dream was about using a surgical knife on this guys stomach, cutting away thin layers of his belly to reveal the belly buttons of different people. When it came to the layer with Philip's belly button, all the onlookers - of which I was one - grew alarmed because instead of a belly button there was just blank space and a line of scab as if Philip's presence had been erased.
"He must be dead by now," someone wagered with a gasp.
