About four years ago the Dream Machine sprouted up in an alley in downtown A2 to deposit small fortunes as keepsake for dreams, wishes, picture drawings, poetry, queries, and more scribbled on scraps of paper in dim light by willing participants.
It is a joy to see what goes on on the inside of those around us every day, and an intriguing study into the various flourishes in handwriting!
If you’d like to read ALL the submissions, you can sear your eyes with the extraneous list on my website.