12/4/02
we were driving listening to the radio. watching the night start to settle in. the country side was green and leafy and the sun settling on it left copper. we needed to talk. we came from a tight community and now the bad guys held it offering to exchange the women for the men. except us. the turns, as we completed them and faced another tall leafy block ahead, worked like a maze. another dramatically lit green surface. another vast and darkening lane. and suddenly we realize we'd forgotten. we'd been lulled into forgetting that we had dropped out of our real lives and were hiding here in this community. they'd give us in. I wake up to the news. Odd, I'm not usually a man when I dream. It was beautiful. All those curves and walls and valleys where we never seemed to arrive. and hitting snooze I sink back into it. i realize why i don't quite recognize the turns. he's not going back. we couldn't go back.