dreamlog

It's the end of the world and my mother's upset because she scheduled a dentist appointment for the same day. She, my brother and I join the vast pilgrimage of people walking towards the sunrise. On the way, we pass two people who have stitched themselves together so they roll along, like a ball, with the crowd. They're stitching designs and objects onto their faces, arms, sides as they go.

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