critic at large

I wish to be a critic at large,
but how large,
and where -


at.

last night i dreamt that you had written a letter to me, on the surface of a stone in the middle of a desert.  through most of the dream i was hiking through a rugged, mountainous landscape, but i had no map, or clear sense of direction.  somehow, i stumbled onto the rock  - triangular, it jutted abruptly from the dry sand. 

i could see that there was writing on it, but it was blurred, and out of focus.  as is the arc of dreams, i woke before i could understand what was written.