april 20, 2012
the dream: i’m in the studio center. i’ve got le douche (big A) with me. he’s off his leash. he sees a lone, elderly man coming out of his studio. he starts barking and chased the man back into the studio. somehow big A get in there with him. i run inside to find the old man cornered in the space. i get big A away from the man and apologize to him. i tell him it’ll never happen again, though somehow i know it will. the studio center is a large maze of spaces. the construction reminds me of the unfinished upper floors of all the buildings in juliaca, peru. i’m looking for tools, i think. i make my way outside and see that there are enormous couches and lounge chairs left to rot. they are huge, towering over me. i see in an adjacent lot even more. they are draped in enormous sheets, like they are waiting to be used by someone.
