Harvest

Old Man Harvest recounts his life and work, To Dream meant you had to Harvest. But no one knew the first thing about Harvesting, let alone Dreaming. Nobody remembers what it was like to Dream. Old Man Harvest is dying. Nobody dreams anymore so there is nothing to Harvest. He recounts his life and work, lamenting the loss of something so essential to life, in a one-sided conversation with somebody who has sought him out to find out what his life used to be like. And what dreaming used to be before it was lost.