a dream I had about being at home in my apartment

I was at home in my apartment, a little studio that probably doesn’t exist in real life, thinking about how very empty it was now that I’d gotten rid of, or folded down and stashed away, my bed in an effort to make more room.

I was also thinking about how different the place felt now that I’d been staying there for so long. I didn’t know if it felt better or worse, but it felt different than the first day when I went to the pharmacy to pick-up a prescription.

I was listening to woman giving a speech until I noticed a window on my screen asking whether or not I wanted to play more than one file at a time. I think I clicked “Yes”. That’s when, to my surprise, the audio stopped playing.

2012 ( March 07 )

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