All right. Maybe I was sulking.
Last night I had a dream. I met a prostitute and she told me, those new shoes will give you a blister. What I asked? She was mesmerizing to look at, like a pine tree in a desert. All ghostly and worn and a delightfully naked face. Even though a pine tree does not belong in a desert. Maybe this was desire. Fake creamy hair with bold gray streaks. A set of high unvarnished cheekbones catching up to the small age circles below the sad moons of her dull brown eyes. We were having clams and noodles at some seafood joint. Do you mind if I change into civilian clothes she asked?
You are too careful. That's what a psychiatrist at the hospital told me.
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There's a wind from somewhere. Blowing. All that stuff. What you want to do is get out of the past and escape the future and not seem foolish but that's all you're doing anyway. If you're a ghost that's why they keep showing up.
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