Last Night’s Dreams:
I regain consciousness & I’m blind. A woman who’s voice seems familiar tells me that she loves me. I ask her how old she is & how old I am. I need to know where in my life I am. I’ve never been blind before.
I’m with Kirk Adam & we just drove up to Brooklyn to record at some studio. Inside the front room of the studio they have a little shop with merchandise for sale on consignment from the bands who’ve recorded there. Inside the shop as a customer is Khristian Weeks, but he’s lost a lot of weight. I ask him what he’s doing there & he says, “Recording.”
The only ones left are me & my nephew. The rest of the persecuted have been killed. I’ve forgotten what it is we’re even hated for. We hide & live in his school because it is important that he get an education & some of the teachers are sympathetic enough to help us. I spend most of my days hiding in a six inch space between the cinderblock walls of two class rooms (there for sound insulation). What do I even bother to stay alive for & what is the future for my nephew?