January 16th, 2004 - 10:10 am

» death

I dreamt last night of my grandfather’s grave; of D–, the first of many betrayals; of knives and guns; of East Berlin crumbling on top of me, buildings shaking to the ground, cars snapping over thick power lines. I dreamt of death and spent all night uneasy and grieving.

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