Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Isle Of Rest


Last night, a whole crowd of dogs came to take me to the Isle of Rest.

It's a place covered in just..dogs.

Lying around, chilling, playing. Dogs.

I was invited to rest a while myself, and I laid my head on the tan side of a large recumbent canine.

The idea I gathered was that this is where domestic dogs come, when their stint on Earth is done, to rest, recuperate, and integrate their experience.

Not a mind-blowing idea, or particularly startling, I know.

The Isle of Dogs!

It was just sort of..mundane, if I can ever use that word to describe conversations with other, non corporeal, beings.
But kind of reassuring all the same. And maybe that was the point.

Thanks, guys.