Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Sixty-Eight
Little snippets of dreams. Driving north through Milwaukee, only to realize we should have been heading south to Los Angeles. Work conversations.
I don’t think I’m sleeping well without my mouthguard. Where in the world is it?
It’s so dark, I have to use the flashlight on my phone to see the road.
The Spotify DJ begins the set with “Chihiro,” and I turn it up. This is the only song that, when it comes on, you turn it up.
Yes, she’s right. We live in a beautiful place. Mornings are like walking through a series of paintings. Some people’s commute is through the industrial streets of Milwaukee. We have mountains and hot air balloons.
He asks me if I’m okay. Yes. Are you really? Yes.
Witches on retainer.
Last week before I get a little break.
It’s like there’s no room for truth.
All that work, and now I finally have a copy in my hands. Not ready yet, but so close.
