Shouldn’t i be able to hear the wind? I think i might be underground. I don’t know where or when this thought was in my head, but now I can’t get rid of it. I know that even in a building of stone and metal, something like a factory or a hospital, or something strong like a skyscraper, i should be able to feel the vibration of the wind, in some way. Especially since i have so little sensory data to work on here. But there isn’t anything. I never feel any movement, and no noise at all. Where am i right now?

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 My body feels faded today.  So faded, and hollow.  I don’t think that it has changed, but it feels like it has been made of layers of clay.  Each dried, but not fired, and brittle.  Each built on the last, and each a shell around the frame.  Each piece makes a shape around the core of me, and each is dusty and dry.  Clay like a chrysalis around a caterpillar, but brittle and dead.

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Last night was such a dream.  It happened twice now that I have dreamt of trains.  I remember the last time it happened the train was in motion.  Rolling alongside the freeway i was driving on.  The train seemed to be frozen in space, and i was driving so fast.  I remember looking over then and seeing the windows lit up from inside.  People motionless, and yet keeping pace with me.  This dream was a train, but nothing else was the same.

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