Wednesday, December 4

dream

somewhere in the suburbia. i am standing at the curb in front of a corner house. somewhere on the property, the previous owner lies, dead.

i see family members doing their duties, cleaning, organizing, like nothing had happened. i take an old lawn mower, the non-mechanical kind with spiraled blades, and instead of mowing the wild lawn, i clear the paths, and trim the edges. the lawn is wild with unchecked grass, tall weeds and brush, but very pretty nonetheless.

my mother comes out, looks out past the lawn and murmers: "look. what a great view. the light ends above the horizon." i turn and see that what she said is true. the light of the sky ended at least 20 degrees above the horizon, so that there was a stripe of uncertain, gray sitting on the horizon. a stripe of nothingness.

i look down, and spit the gum i had been chewing into the gutter.

/dream

yakob at 11:30 AM

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