dream last night:
i was living in two houses--one with a room-mate and one with my family. everybody from both houses left. i was suddenly responsible for two leases and two rents. i tried to rent rooms in the large house out as studio spaces because of the floors and lighting and quiet area. in the process of moving furniture around and making arrangements, i found an old polaroid camera of mine (one i actually have but that does not work) and began taking pictures in and around the house. it seemed as if the camera had endless amounts of film. each photograph was beautiful, deeply saturated, and captured what i could not see for myself. through the photographs, my situation seemed less a catastrophe and more an opportunity. everything around me was beautiful.
and then the last photograph pulled and i went into the backyard. it met up with industrial wasteland that stretched for miles and i discovered that there was a shanty distillery at the crest of the hill of the yard that met up with the miles of trash and emptiness. there were 5 types of nectary fruit infused vodkas brewing. the liquid felt as thin as water and the taste was like nothing i'd ever had.
the end.
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