
ALT Screenshot of notes app. Text: “Let’s say that I find my self, now, retelling of a dream that I had once a long time ago in the back seat of a car (and also several times after, in various beds both my own and not) that sank into the darkness of a portal in a coat rack and kicked me out skidding into a horror movie where figures marched neverending over grey hills and an old victorian shuddered into the frame underneath me, where i could never stop myself from stepping in through the attic window and winding my way down its stairs (a piano of creaking that I can’t hear over my own breath) past doors covered in carpet or shuddering from the pressure or dripping the wrong ways or somehow appearing even less secure by way of a locked handle, and eventually I fall into the gravity of one of these doors (the enemy’s gate is down except I have no gun or will to fight) losing on the way a camera or a hat pin or other irretrievable part of me.”











