i_saw_brighter_colors blueberries i find myself in a 1982 cadillac with vichy. we are driving along the pier in the city of endless summer. for a brief moment, he gently swerves to avoid the protruding mast of a huge docked sailboat. it is enough to pull us too close to the edge, and like a child skidding his toy auto off the top of a table, we slowly and gracefully plunge into the sea. "i have to get out," i think to myself. vichy has the window buttons and will not push them open. i force the door and break out, as we are now submerged. yet i am not struggling to reach the surface, instead i am captivated by the underwater city, suddenly observable. i want to swim there, but find i am, unfortunately in the process of drowning. 020122 ... . . 050318 what's it to you? who go blather from