#atm 5:57am #GoodMorning 🐣 From the southwest window

at the moment

5:57am

From the southwest window

Good morning!

And here’s the shot at 8am today (see photo below) (breakfast was two egg-muffins, raw leaves (salad, no dressing) , and coffee-choco, the egg muffin was only P80 (80 pesos), not expensive. Before that, REM (rapid eye movement or dream)  was full and uninterrupted : It was on a windy mountaintop, on a cliff, at the opening of a house-like cave, black and white, the sky was pure white, people were standing  at the mouth of the cave wearing flowing, floating feathery  gossamer chiffon-georgette transluscent  fluttering black capes, the transluscent capes were floating in the air because of the wind, everyone was looking at the brilliant white sky waiting, no dialog, just the howling wind, no one was looking at me, the subject was the white sky, the wind ripping up the capes etc, continuous, continuous … Finished.

     Go psychoanalyze the dream 💃🐶🐯 hahaha at least, it was a full REM, right? i didn’t wake up before finishing.

     you want your REMs finished. i’m off to work-from-home, need to finish sumthin’. Good morning🐣!

(if i have time later in the day, i will search in Google images an equivalent of the scene so you can see it and analyze it).

     (geez…who does that, who searches in google images an equivalent of their REM scene)

Unfinishing #atthemoment #atm #GoodMorning

Photo shot at 7:50am

At the moment…

tap the play arrow (if on mobile, click “Listen in browser”) on the soundcloud pod below to stream a little …

CODE

 

    wide bright roomful of laughter with no sound …

through clear glass panels —

  — i don’t know whose children’s birthday party this is —

   and then while looking at the beaming faces

   you tell yourself …

    wait…

    there’s a pandemic,

      this   is   

         a    memory…

and that wakes you up.

   you go back 

   it’s still early.

   Soft sofa, sunlight

     streaming in 

     through feathery

    curtained windows,

   … waiting in a dental clinic

  with family members …

   looking at their soft smiles, 

     you tell yourself

        and 

                again…

    “…wait.

     i’m not here on a cushion

     with family and friends in clear faces,

        there’s a pandemic…”

        and

        you wake up …

craving for your childhood comfort food …

of fries and salt: Mommy peeling washed potatoes, slicing them into slivers…

    Real

     and fresh potatoes

     are firmer and more succulent.

         Your spirit continues to dream

       but your mind refuses to hope.