Thursday, December 27, 2018

the occasional chill

[title reference to the legalization of marijuana]

dreamed of a talked about piece of artwork called the sun. finally towards the end of the dream, this work showed itself: it was a moving triptych, vertical framed photographs that, like augmented reality, changed like a live sunset depending on which way you rotated the frames.

the other dreams have been lofty loverly hopeful flying and something about lizard children.

it's a new year soon. things end and begin here we are. still the most important things are free, and usually right in front of us. i think this is loneliness.