sitting at my computer, i cruise off into a painting going deeper and deeper into the landscape. it is dark reddish brown like a rembrandt. the bed is in the corner near the window. it looks slept in. i don't remember a lot else, at least not at the moment. i think i hear reverend doug's voice in my head. i often hear and write in voices.
this blog must be published in california. it is two hours earlier there. i hear the blaring horn of a train outside, a lot like in recent years and long ago in childhood in t.c.u. now i am in east fort worth, almost to handley or arlington. earlier i heard a dog barking, possibly a neighbor's. i was able to relax a little. got an hour's sleep. breakfast is at 6:30.
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