here, the cicadas sing so loudly it hurts your ears. here, the buildings are beautiful silhouettes, the view out every window could be a picture. here, when i walk up the stairs to work, i pause to lean my elbows on the window-sill in the stairwell and stare out the old old window. this building used to be a chair factory before it was the ( Read more... )

again. i had another dream in which i was in a play, with a significant part (this time a narrator of sorts, who also functioned as a character in the story), and it's opening night and i forget every single one of my lines. at least i was in the right costume this time. but i couldn't remember a word of the opening monologue except "night," and ( Read more... )