Monday, August 27, 2007


I ran as fast as I could, or as fast as you can run in a dream. Everything looked oddly familiar, as my brother and I tried to find our way back to a place we recognized.

We came to a strange urban garden where a young man worked picking crops as loud hip-hop played on his boom box. In the distance, I saw a building I recognized- Hannah’s condo.

As we crawled over the gardens fence, trying not to get snagged on the barbed wire by placing our coats on top, the real world seemed to get closer and closer. We both ran, or at least I did, for when I looked back, Joseph was riding a bike.

“Why didn’t you ride yours?’ he asked.



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