i think today i'll write. write about my dreams. write about the dream and the dream i had last night.
in my dream i saw a showman, performing in a dimly-lit antechamber. gradually he built up to the final act where he made us take our pants off and tell everybody else our story in our underwear. it was a fun exercise. i woke thinking how far we must be from the truth if a showman can bond us and enliven us with such a zany act.
but life's not full of showmen, well, unless you're in the circus. do they even still have the circus?
maybe i'll go to the drive-in today, the very last one in town. i'll sit and watch a movie, with my pants pulled all the way down.
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