Jakob Dylan appeared very randomly in my dream, funny. He hasn’t been in my mind (or in my playlists) for a long time. I don’t know where this comes from.
In the dream I was visiting my godfather and he delicately forced me to leave before his next guests arrive, to “avoid an awkward situation”. As I was tying my shoelaces in the hallway, a huge, loud bunch of chatty people entered the house, one of them Jakob, appearing unshaved and shoddy. Why he looked like that, I don’t know. At first I didn’t recognise him, but when he waved hi to me in an idle manner I knew it was definitely him.
Then I just left, feeling very strange and amused.
In the Gulf of Alaska two oceans come together but the water does not mix.
Winter Prague by S.Tuma, 1980
I guess I’m sharing a flat with a person soon. (A person.) The last time I lived with someone other than a cat was six years ago.
Damn it. Damn it.
If I wore a sleeping mask over the eyes, I would sleep for an eternity. When I don’t, the bare springlike sunstreams eventually awake me by targeting my forehead through the blinds. Headshot.