Last night I dreamt that I had a conversation with Stephen
Hawking, at least I think it was a dream?

I asked him about the history of time in Taiyuan
He said that “The earth is brittle and the scent of the past heavy”

I wanted to know about black holes.

But he kept talking about people who hold out their hands to nothing at all. And how narrow space was in this place.

So we went for a walk by the Fen.
And talked about the death of an English country on a Chinese road.

This seemed huge.

I felt the warmth of the winter sun and saw people that could not rise.

He asked me “Why did I come to teach here if I had worries about the weather?’

I woke up and wondered if we had communicated at a higher level?