1.29.17

I had a dream.

In the dream, I was visiting a hospital,

each room occupied by an invalid.

The hospital caught fire.

Able bodied people escaped, while

the building burned to the ground.

I stayed until it was empty, just me

and the very sick.

Then I jumped out the window.

Then I woke up.

I thought: That was horrible. What a horrible vision to see. What a devastation that would be if it happened in real life.

Then I thought: Those people were dying anyway. They were right there, some of them ten minutes away.

Then I thought: There are places worse than hospitals for tragedies to take place in.

Then I thought: Where is the best place for a tragedy?

Then I thought: Wherever you are.

Written at 10:26 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while contemplating the growing pouch around my belly button.