This dream started off strange. I was driving my car on a highway, peeling fast and hard down a straightaway with reckless abandon and a handle of vodka in the floorboard of my car. There was a split second when the vibe changed, where the enrgy twisted into something else. I approached some sort of toll booth that required me to get out of my car. I exited, and heard two people say something about the carelessness and recklessness of drivers. I turned around to look where they were looking,...

I spent the majority of the last couple of days listening to ART-SCHOOL and reading translated interviews. It's been an urge I haven't had in a long time, and I think that has spiraled because the translation function isn't as shit as it used to be. Ten plus years or so. It's been a nice obsession. Nostalgic, makes me giddy with the feeling of discovering little truths previously foreign to me. One of my greatest aspirations is to not be so inept at Japanese. Until then. My favorite 'era' of...

The dream I had tonight has been a recurring sort that I didn't recognize as such until it took a bit of a turn toward horror. This was maybe the second or third time I found myself an idle witness on this boat. It seemed a time of oil lamps lighting the dark. The ship was either steam or coal powered, something of the sort. Nothing electric, as it barreled along some iteration of the Mississippi. The ship ran its course as usual. The days were calm, but as night fell this time around, I...