SOUNDTRACK: CAMERA OBSCURA.

I’m feeling awkward. What have I done? Nothing really but I become destroyed over small things.

Last night I dreamt about a huge rocket that took us to an even larger rocket that took us to Mars. The seats were like the ones that they place you in when they check you for anemia or cancer or give your blood to someone with sickle-cell. People fought and fought as I washed my hair at the control center. A tall gentleman with purple pants and a blue shirt told me it smelled good.

I really liked him but I’ve dreamt with him before so the appreciation was already there. I especially love his masterful use of the trumpet.

“I trumpeted all the way home…because it felt good.”