there were rooms & strolling people. lots of lost thoughts mounted on the walls like tropheys or museum pieces. the cleaning crew hanging in the wings had a real malevolent look. at some point, i came to a gallery of girls. you know, girls i had dated, girls i thought about dating. some of the entries surprised me, consisting of girls i hadn't thought of in years. when i woke up in the morning though, i was sleepily but thoroughly in love with jenny- she was kind of the crown piece of the set. not that it was anything surprising, but it was nice to see her ensonced in glass like that. i got her out & tried to have sex with her in an untrodden hallway, but the cleaning crew was ever present.
turned out that hallway led to those places in my mind where few thoughts tread. the parts of me that are more a what than a who. & oh was there a whole lot more of those corridors, amidst the ruins of heaven. brown, damascene forests all fallen to splinters & stumps. cracked mud flats streaching as far as the eye could see. the entire place haunted with the ghosts of gog & magog. its so much more of me than anything else.