I had a dream last night and got a glympse (sic) of that strange world that seems a memory of childhood’s impressions partly, and partly something that I never have experienced. I have had many such lately; there is a glamor about them that makes them seem much more desirable than real life, an agonizing feeling that they represent a world that I can never hope to find.
Charles E. Burchfield, June 29, 1929