Thursday, July 27, 2006
...as I'm exploring someone's house, that of Mr. Baxter's, the pastor of my church growing up and it's huge like a dark maze like a Dechirico painting with slanted light falling on my face in a mirror with roses on the sides in a bathroom that is dark grey. I walk out of the house along with many many stray teenagers(?) going in and out to work while a big man yells and fixes things. The house is bright red and lopsided, crooked, impossible to stand up, stairway descending, we travel down the extremely suburban street and try to avoid things being blown up. Then I'm in a school for something we circle through the parking lot twice, I'm qualified to a tee all that's left is a test paper to make checkmarks on and sign that keeps getting wet and I am given a new one several times. There are puddles but it's not raining. The sign outside the school says JACA. Then there is a curved sanctuary. Many many empty chairs. They are a church but are fine with the fact I don't believe...
Posted by Alden at 8:54 AM