i appear to be dreaming a lot lately:
i was in a high rise in torino. it was something like the
pirelli building in milano, glass on the outside and cold
minimalism inside. there was a hurricane and they'd evacuated
torino, but for some reason i was still there, alone in the city
hiding out in this building. the windows had been boarded up with
plywood and nails when the hurricane arrived.
first there was just rain as these dark green clouds covered
the city. i had to contemplate that i was alone and kick myself
for not evacuating with everyone else. when the hurricane finally
arrived i could feel it sucking on the plywood, trying to pull at
these sheilds and reach its way inside.
finally, with a crack which reminded me of new year's fire
works, the wood gave in. the glass windows shattered instantly and
i was standing in this room hearing, but mainly feeling, the wind
and rain and cold wrap around me. a small tornado formed in the
room with me as its center. i stood there and watched as shards of
glass, rain and wind danced all around me. there was moon light,
tinted burgandy by specks of blood and meat and dark blue by the
rain water, which drew intricate pictures on the marble walls.
up until this point i'd been scared shitless. if it hadn't been
a dream i'd of snapped and gone insane right then and there. but
standing there and watching this incredibly rare and incredibly
beautiful image i felt at peace with myself in a way only babies
can. i actually sat down, and just let myself be entranced by this
display of raw power and beauty.
then the glass shards cut me to ribbons and i died. to steal
some words from vonnegut: "Everything was beautiful. Nothing
hurt."
as if it wasn't weird enough: torino doesn't have any high rise
buildings; i've never seen the interior of the pirelli building; a
hurricane in torino is an absurd idea; i was in a boarded up
building but could see the sky change as the storm arrived;
hurricane wind isn't cold; and how the hell could there be
moonlight in a hurricane? while i was having the dream i was
thinking about how absurd and impossible it was.
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