I'm at a former highway strip mall. The buildings have been torn down, rubble's strewn everywhere but there are these brilliant flashes of light. Even when I cover my eyes, they shine through my hands. Ironworkers are welding metal, rebuilding these structures. I drive over the rubble, merge, and reach a crossroads. If I head east, I'm going home. ( Read more... )

First part of the night surrounded the small black cat sleeping against me, and pushing me closer to the edge of the bed as cats are wont to do. Dreams recapitulated work-related nonsense from my part-time, seasonal night gig ( Read more... )