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We all hate waiting in line for shit. Well, except the British. Queueing is kind of their thing. But for the rest of us, we today present a fantasy that we've all had one day or another.

Dreams, part 1


One night, long ago, Pope had some elaborate dreams about the people he saw every day. The dreams made very little sense to anyone with any remaining spark of sanity, but he did his best to transcribe them into the art you see today.