note #82

dreams catch me up sometimes and won't let go. they trail from my head most times and fall like petals around me. even in my waking hours they haunt and form, new ones constantly bursting forth into the waking world though no one else can see.

here is a dream:

there is a house...much larger than you'd think....and the ghost says she's left it to me....but i've come too late, people have already started to take things that aren't theirs...there are birds in what appears to be a closet...but it leads to a sun room...then to a greenhouse room...back into the house where it is grimy and old...falling apart to the looks but solid under it all...the library is full...people keep trying to take the books...i didn't know she liked comics...there are so many books here i want to read...through and through the house i go...the birds squawk as i go past...i put water into the fish bowls in the greenery...the black fish pair are beautiful and mesmerizing...i'm lost...

note #81

the sound of korean pop music fills the bright workroom. workers sit at their stations performing their tasks: inspecting parts, stringing them together, painting heads and bodies. in another workroom, workers carefully pour resin into prepared molds, then move them quickly to the pressure pots. jin lee presides over a nearby office, flitting between computer and printer, answering questions and producing shipping labels with their corresponding lists attached.

suddenly everyone goes quiet as the sound of a phone breaks the pleasant atmosphere. jin lee calmly reaches for the phone and plucks the handset from its cradle. "it is time." the voice on the other end intones. "yes sir!" jin lee replies and hangs up.

from the casting room a low rumble emits, growing steadily. everyone rushes to witness the next creation being born. the pressure pots glow with unearthly light, then burst forth with joyous abandon, spilling heliot bits all over the floor. the workers scramble to pick up and sort all of the parts.

around the world anxious herd members stir in their sleep and drift off into space for a moment at their waking tasks. hope swells in their breasts. hope that soon, very soon, a shipping notice will arrive.