burgundy raze i was dreaming of flight and concealment, of the search for secrets in secret-proof places, of a warm winter turning blue. it didn't hit me until i left the dream while still in it, to scribble down details, dreaming i was no longer dreaming, letting myself believe i was awake, burgundy and purple waging war in my mind for the right to be the colour a pair of sunglasses were referred to as being, that the sunglasses in question were exactly the colour of here, and the very first pair i chose for myself in my waking life and wore and loved before forgetting them on top of the toilet paper dispenser in a zellers bathroom, at a time when they insisted the lowest price was the law, were the very same deep hue of red. 131128 what's it to you? who go blather from