Surrealists Don't Have Statues: . . . and the muses are neurotic

What happens to our dreams when we die? Sometimes a cold & lonely question, but other times we are warmed by the music of night's stars. What bothers us about the cold isn't the cold, but that it comes from somewhere else, somewhere before the wind. Where do we go when the winds end? 'Surrealists Don't Have Statues' is a festival for these questions.