October 6, 2009
A very stange thing just happened to me. I have just woken up, facing the sea, playing the trombone. I do not even own a trombone, let alone know how to play one. After I had emerged from my dream-like state, I turned around and saw a dead street filled with nothing. I stare up at the forcibly bright moon and peer at the stars. After a short while, with nothing changing (it never does), I returned my attention to the sea. It's too calm for my liking. I toss the trombine towards its depths. Let the fish play.