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we had a wondrously decadent week, the week we went home. Wonderful food and wine. It was nice to go back, we saw dad and cathy and james. I am beginning to miss living on an island sometimes. The air is always wet and the atmosphere feels much more monumental, as opposed to the land feeling more monumental up here.
i've been having a lot of dreams involving dead christs and mutilated japanese father figures lately. I had one in which i was assigned to watch jesus's coffin and i watched it for a long time. Then i left to buy a bag of colored candles in a street market. There was a man and a woman, and the man was happy that i was guarding the body but i felt strange buying the candles in front of him because i felt it was a pagan act. The old woman however smiled to reasurre me. Then there was a flash of knowledge through the marketplace that christ had ascended and i saw his face sagged under a carefully made wax mask a distance infront of a small fire in the room. Then as i ran to find it I was at my dad's apartment to help him move to a house. The new tenant was a gay japanese police officer/doctor. He Had parceled up limbs everywhere and I ran around collecting them and bringing them along to the back porch/dumpster. That was the last bottleeck dream i had. Now landscapes appear more noticeabley present because they are more spaced out.
I started a new job and its pretty awesome. No coworkers, i just go about my myslef taking care of the pool area with big old woods surrounding it and there are always chipmunks and salamanders running around.
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