I barter with sleepwalkers using the stolen, broken toys of once-famous celebrities. Another tiny trophy to add to the heaps of garbage in the real world Labyrinth Junk Fields. No takers, today; but plenty of rude and inconsiderate window shoppers.
I retreat to a valley of blossoms and steep myself in hot springs. I tolerate some mis-matched company while sipping jade and iron tonics. Just over the hill, in perpetuity, someone plays a hymn of "In Templum Dei" on singing crystal bowls. I drift off to sleep and dream of the same routine I have every other day.
2:25 p.m. - 2016-04-20
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