Grave dreams

The other night, I had one of my standard getting-ready-to-go-somewhere-but-I-don’t-have-time-or-enough-space-in-my-bags-to-pack-all-my-shit dreams. It had a couple of unusual twists in it, but the one that doesn’t really make sense to me is that I was looking out the window from a bathroom in the building where I used to work at the University, and there wasContinue reading “Grave dreams”