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.
I wish I knew what it meant.