Raskolnikov is dreaming someone else is dreaming with the sea. Raskolnikov, Everyman needs a place to go to. In a tin of biscuits of all places –the childhood of the magician– a Japanese painting painted within another landscape. In my dream the student is in Dublin drinks coffee & copiously jots down the words of the master. Raskolnikov killed the Ivanovas with a hidden pen. Against the tide the young man walks in rags.