this is the book of recurrent dreams.

this is a list of things that appeared on my dream yesterday, bold means i sensed a strong presence of it

tosca chalks
parking lots
a brown park
wooden school chairs
modern carpets and rugs
cars
music shuffler
mouldy bread
CDs
a room.


i dreamt of us sitting on a parking lot, on the stained pavement, drawing rectangular lines around cars with tosca chalks. we drew them boundaries they did not know were there, we threw the chalks and ran around because we did not have boundaries made of dust like them. the walls were bone white and we slept against them, surrounded by rusting metals and coloured waters.


i'd like to live with you and just this.