I note increasingly the presence of a dream statement screened by another. Main beam is a steel beam amidships. Following a torpedo track into crowded harbor, a convex basin. Ashore, everything in colorful pastels. Children in vivid uniform lined up.
People look good.
Shopkeeper takes my cigarette, tells me this is heaven or hell. A distant guest at a party the night before I begin to return home. Friend's mother removes shorts from under her tunic and teases me. Trip is to be south down coast. Small model of junk, looking cut in half.