dream_floor epitome of incomprehensibility From the night before. It's transparent or at least translucent, a light amber with faint lines where the beams fit together. It ends about eight feet below my own feet. I wonder if this is where shadows walk. 251201 ... raze sometimes it's an ocean with nothing at the bottom but sand that slips through my toes like a sluggish sign i'm too ravaged to recognize. sometimes it's carpet- covered wood welded to a world that no longer wants me for a sad-eyed squatter. and sometimes it's the base of the dream itself — strong enough to support my weight, but only for as long as it takes to fall in and out of love with a beautiful lie. 251209 what's it to you? who go blather from