May 16, 2018
She dreams of a foreign land where nobody knows her. Houses are simple--no pompous, useless energy expenditure. If an earthquake destroys everything overnight, it's okay. Shrug. So what. She does not know where this foreign land is, only that it resides in her head. Unreachable and there. Distant and present. There are days she can access a door, an arch, a sound. She knows it's from this foreign land because there are things you just know. Or hope so much to be real you convince yourself you're sure. Same difference. She moves towards this dream, cautiously. Wary and certain.