considerations

my dreams have been getting strange. well, they've always been strange. but memorably so. last night, i brought back two main images. one was of our car getting stuck on a tiny island a few dozen yards from shore, hood propped up, occasionally obscured by fog and night but otherwise visible, just out of reach. i considered finding someone with a boat, or raft; i considered waiting for the tide to go out, as surely that's how the car had gotten there in the first place, but as the days passed, the water level stayed constant. i guess i haven't spent enough of my life along shorelines to really hold tidal patterns as an inexhorable constant. the other was a strange interlude involving a woman i identified as a grandmother, some drunken friends, and a strange, very loud engine we'd built.

i regret bailing the way i did yesterday, but sometimes these things just need to be done.

sometimes there just isn't enough silence to fill the day.