we were in great britain. i remember walking out
of a parking deck on to a cobble-stoned alley. the building on the other side
of the alley was filled with moss and vines growing. it was a tall, a very tall
dark-bricked building. it wasn’t run down by any means. i woke up a few minutes
ago forgetting what else happened.
i don’t know why you visit me in my dreams every so often, but it always leaves me questioning if i visit you in yours when i wake up.
-ratha, 9:18am, 8.26.20