awake

[threeplusfire]

A long dream, one like a movie. I remember the broken glass, the scratches in my back where I'd been pushed down and the tabletop shattered. Walking behind him past crumbling buildings like the sidliste, covered in spray paint slogans. The dark rooms in basements, people gathered round a table, edgy and nervous energy. Standing on the small balcony on the apartment, wondering if anyone inside could hear.

I wish I knew what it meant.

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[kokopopo.livejournal.com]

Off the subject--did you read that piece on Kafka and Prague in the New Yorker? Pretty good piece. If you have not seen it, I will find the date and exact tile, or just send it to you if you wish.