dream sep 12

4:41 am

we were downstairs of somewhere, he asked if i had a gun, j said no, so he pulled out his,b and iv tried you stop him, so he shoots me right in the center of the forehead right there and then. is that what death was like? i knew i had to have died instantly. my body fell my eyes bl nothing. i tried to speak after dying i tried to move after dying, nothing, just inside my body, lifeless on the floor. they shot my mom too, dead.

and then

dream sep 12

6:16 am

see jerome crying
rose kendall kayla

bed with bugs in it
winning. a prize

the morning ramps up. and i equate a day, my stillness and pronounced calm, steadfast mediocrity, to the morning and Season 1. and as more people enter and as more noise reminds me of the city, Season 2. of less in-tune, more efficient, more natural, what ive worked up to that point to put out, comes out.