pretty little new things. A mess on the top shelf and a mirror that points the wrong way. A sip of the absurdly different sky.

before this, a dream within a dream - in the sub-dream waking up crying, confused and glad to see the trees. Then waking up from the main dream and... not being able to feel much.

it was a minute ago... alas, the pretty little new things seem faded and underwhelming with semi-closed eyes. They are underwhelming. I like sarcasm.

metal. concrete. straight lines. ninety-degree angles.

such a waste of light to be this hazy...