MONDAY
5:29 a.m. Had a dream I was looking for my favorite sweater. Lost it on a trip to London in 2016. In the dream I go up to the roof (when I used to live on 205 Allen) and look for it. I kept clothes there. It was windy. Middle of the night. My jeans flew away.
And when I tried finding the sweater it wasn’t anywhere. The only thing left was a pair of red cowboy boots. I woke up hard and lonely.
Sad. Tired. Not sure what I am anymore.
