this has been left alone for some time - mostly due to my having had to relocate my life and other things obviously taking precedence, though now i do wish i had chronicled the last few months.
i have moved from bedstuy to prospect heights to a beautiful apartment with stenciled walls and a ton of light, and while my walls are empty, it's more and more a home to me as the sun starts coming alive sooner in the day.
i had a dream last night that i was sitting in a train or subway car, but more or less unable to move from my seat. a wrinkled old woman dressed like a gypsy or a fortune teller came up to me and put a white napkin across my lap, then stared me in the face. she took the napkin and flipped it over and it was black. she stared at me again, and then tossed a handful of little wooden dowels onto my lap. she stared at me and flipped the napkin over and over again while people around me were telling her to stop. at one point instead of the little wood bits, she tossed what looked like an old bottle-opened which had one piece sharpened to a point. i only remember these objects but feel like there were more.
it seemed like a symbolic enough dream that i should write it down somewhere.