stores raze in my dreams they're never any one specific thing. a library can also be a record store. a market fans out to become a mall. the night before last, my high_school hallway led to a strange cafe. all the tables were hung lantern-like from the ceiling. a friend gave me a boost in the absence of a ladder or anything else i could climb. i crept across burnished hardwood in dark blue thermal_socks until i found my coat encased in a sliding window that doubled as a transparent tomb. after liberating what was mine, i impersonated a priest and told two women i saw fruitful crops and grandchildren in their future. arrows of love fired straight into their hearts. i can't pretend to know what any of this means. but it feels like it means something. 250329 what's it to you? who go blather from