Friday, January 15, 2021

The town was covered in florid graffiti. Some of it was abstract. Some was numbers and symbols from a math problem or proof. We ventured out in groups to create video projects.

Monday, January 11, 2021

I was in some lair in the middle of a casino entertainment complex, indoor-outdoor, possibly situated on an island. I peered across the way at the concert hall and its old-fashioned marquee ringed with light bulbs. It read “LUCIANO PAVAROTTI.” I thought, the fat man must be around here somewhere. Doing what he does when he’s not on stage.

It was a bleak dream of lost opportunities and wasted time.

Saturday, January 02, 2021

Dreadful dreams. I was watching a car race, and I was in it too. It was in the past, part of some underground, semi-legal racing culture, like maybe what stock car racing used to be. Different kinds of cars raced pell-mell; open-wheel, GT. A maniacal driver chased down another and crashed into him from behind, somehow pinning the driver’s body against the rear bumper. Blood and gore emerged and covered the tail of the car, which kept racing in a zigzag. There was real malice in what the attacking driver did, a bloodlust. It seemed related to current politics.