Alias /// “Dahorses” /// Fever Dream
Dreamt that I had a small role in a middle-school play but because I had never deigned to learn my part was forced on opening night to cry excessively in order to get out of what was sure to be a disastrous performance. Mom consoled me over the kitchen table but never once looked up from her tattered old copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Blame lies entirely with the new Wes Anderson trailer.
