a couole of night ago I dreamt of Jono. He was alive. I bumped into him. he was somehwere tlike the downstairs concourse of a tube station. in black clericals. he was cheerful and chatty but not loud. he was the same as ever.
I cannot remember the explanation for his not being dead. I was not even that startled to make his acquianatnce again
we spoke bt a few mintues and then I walked on. I have been reminsicing about him and thinking ord liming some of his facial expressions
want to go tmemorial service
I awoke reallt thinking he was alive. then I remmebred how he had declined and died of thirst. friends attende dhis funeral he is dead
want to buy hus book.