Hey. What’s up? Oh cool. — The other night I had a dream where I was on a submarine to Brazil. It was twenty-five years from now. I’m not sure why I would need a submarine to Brazil. I’m not sure why we’re allowed to travel to the future, even in our sleep. I had the dream following my first anxiety attack in ages. I felt myself slip under the sea after a couple of hours hearing my heart in my ears. I knew much more Portuguese in twenty-five years. I know it was the future because I was sad that it had taken so long to achieve anything worthwhile, even a submarine to Brazil. I was nearly sixty, twenty-five years from now. My beard was white but trim, as was my suit. I pressure washed the playground plastic walls of my submarine. I could still hear my heartbeat in my ears, in my submarine. I looked at you on a tele screen: you didn’t speak Portuguese. Neither did I to you, nor anything I saw through the glass. I’ve never seen myself old in my dreams before. Maybe I’ll hear myself in the sea glass in twenty-five years, when I’m nearly sixty.
message 18: insects awaken
message 18: insects awaken
message 18: insects awaken
Hey. What’s up? Oh cool. — The other night I had a dream where I was on a submarine to Brazil. It was twenty-five years from now. I’m not sure why I would need a submarine to Brazil. I’m not sure why we’re allowed to travel to the future, even in our sleep. I had the dream following my first anxiety attack in ages. I felt myself slip under the sea after a couple of hours hearing my heart in my ears. I knew much more Portuguese in twenty-five years. I know it was the future because I was sad that it had taken so long to achieve anything worthwhile, even a submarine to Brazil. I was nearly sixty, twenty-five years from now. My beard was white but trim, as was my suit. I pressure washed the playground plastic walls of my submarine. I could still hear my heartbeat in my ears, in my submarine. I looked at you on a tele screen: you didn’t speak Portuguese. Neither did I to you, nor anything I saw through the glass. I’ve never seen myself old in my dreams before. Maybe I’ll hear myself in the sea glass in twenty-five years, when I’m nearly sixty.