09/29/05

I’m standing in a wide open space. No walls. No people. Nothing. Just a gentle pelting sound permeates the air as dozens of doves fall dead at my feet. Turned upside down, they careen to the ground in a twirling, dead dance. Tilting my face upward, arms outstretched, I just stand. Naked.

9/20/05

I’m sitting in a dark alley and there’s a pothole filled to the brim with blood. It begins to overflow and rivulets of blood seep down the alleyway. It must have been raining earlier because everything was slick and reflective.