Last night Amanda and I heard clicking,
hitting the glass. I opened the window and looked down. “Oh sorry, I was
throwing stones at the totally wrong window”. After that we went to the annual surrealist
circus show. Hordes of people sat on the grass on the hill sloping down from
manor. Our fellow students biked and did contact dancing naked and
half-naked to the rhythms of strange music, fiery glows and stories about the
Apocalypse of Light.
Today I went to an Orcapelicans
concert (Bard a capella group) because Megan and a few seniors I know were
singing. Wednesday Britt came.
A week ago I had a dream I was
in the Midwest. I could feel that I was far away from the ocean, I saw a view
from a above and suddenly I came down and was in the car with Папа, on the way to pick up my brothers
from someone’s house. Then I thought “where is Мама?” and suddenly remembered she was dead. It made me so sad I woke
up. But then a few minutes later I was asleep again. I was back in the car, and
it happened again. And again.
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