Eyestrain my dull mind as I wander through the village. Wandering through memory, listening.
I pause and feel gravity, feeling it as a loss of control and for a moment this thrills me as I lean back and fall into it; I return home
and fall asleep, to dream of simple human connection.
I enter a house, brought there by a friend to make new acquaintances. The ambience is party-like, lighthearted but quite excitable. A mash of bootleg pop pipes out the walls, I recall elements of Diving Faces by Liquid Child interspersed with strange rāga leads. My friend and I relax, lying side-by-side as if resting. Tentative kiss, and I kiss back before waking to that
fading sensation. I lay there for a time, hoping this vivid hypnopompia would just go on.
Didn't want to lose, a moment I wrote, what strange fate cast some satisfaction was real enough.