book of dreamlessness

Maya Beach, 5 February 2006

I can’t remember a single dream I’ve had since getting here, but the vultures circling overhead... and what’s that awful smell? why all of those dogs barking? can’t just call 911 and wait for the rush of sirens — not here. surel some kindly stranger or concerned neighbor... I lock all the doors, turn out the lights and carefully sweep the darkness in search of my beer.