Cubist Man, by Jennifer
In waking reality, I lie down on a couch at a book launch party for Xenolinguistics. I enter a hypnagogic state.
A cubist style man sitting in a chair operates a big industrial looking machine that rotates around, places his glasses on his face, then places a drink in his hand. Then he becomes a large framed painting from the waist up, sitting in a leather wing chair atop the legs of a man.
During this hypnoidal dream, I am also listening to my friend Jason, standing near me at the book launch, telling someone about the installation of his piece at Marfa.