[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.
