The Dream Series
#…I don’t remember. 5? 6?
5-26-07
Somehow mediums don’t exist anymore, and just a strange, ridiculous contrast presents itself in the midst of all of the clove cigarettes, talk of the military past, and, oh, you’re on the right track…create your own little fairyland, make your own tale [personal fable], right in the hammock.
Somehow these just don’t make sense anymore. Even the memories we meant to capture through a random collection of words didn’t seem to make sense at all! All hope drains along with the sewage (ha!), and the knowledge of all that we learned throughout the weekend, or even in the bed with soup. Somehow it’s not good anymore. Funny how that works. Blame it on the Bossa Nova.
